Rather than resolutions, I have set a deadline. I have several “projects” similar to the snow village lined up to do. I have a large ornate framed canvas with an oil painting I don’t like. I only bought the piece for the frame. I picked up a landscape picture about 20 by 40 inches. There are some other things I can’t specifically recall at the moment. Things lurking in the closets and on shelves. I have particular plans for some of the items. Some of the items are still awaiting inspiration. The deadline has to do with actually completing things.
I am going to spend some moments gathering things. I will either complete the project at hand or get rid of the stuff February 1. January 31 is the last day to complete things. Let’s see if I can stick to this plan.
Additionally, I have set the same deadline to unload some excess dishes and kitchen items. With all my talk of decluttering, my kitchen is seldom mentioned. Rather, I continue to add to my packed cabinets. Dishes are like chairs for me. Both represent hospitality and parties and a house full of people visiting. They are occasionally irresistible. Particularly when they match or resemble things from the ancestors’ kitchens.
Another area that remains untouched is my jewelry collection. I don’t have any real stuff beyond a few rings and a pair or two of earrings. I have piles of costume jewelry, though. Some of it has to go. And not to my daughter’s house. She says it will go to the prop room at the school theater. I’m not sure it will make it there. She likes to collect as much as I do.
I intend to keep this scheduled deadline for several reasons. I want to resolve past projects. Either finish or eliminate them. I want to spend time working on the yard in February and March. I am supposed to have a particular visitor coming in February as well. By May, I will be fully engaged with another new Dream. This one a Texas Dream.
Incentive and motivation are so important in my venture. The incentive is increased physical space, less cleaning, easier cleaning, more energy, more free time, less wasting of mental energy on indecision. Motivation is preparing for the new generation before they get going on their feet.
I have a slight hope that eliminating distractions will force me to write. Not this babbling. Not my journal scribbling. I need to focus and write the stories. Write the tales that haunt my dreams and drift in memories. Write the tales that will be unfolding in the coming years. Write the tales I want my grands to read. Tales that will show them who we are. Show them the toughness and the love that brought us to this point in this race of beings.
Yes. I would say I have incentive and motivation to meet my self-imposed deadline. Now, if I can just pay attention long enough to get it done!
Happy New Year. May all our plans be guided by a Greater Hand and be filled with His Love.