My House is Still a Mess

A couple weekends ago, me and a few girlfriends got a lot of stuff out of my storage... not all of it. In the meantime, it has become alarmingly clear that I should not have done it that way. All of the stuff is still just sitting around my house. It's overwhelming. I don't know where to start. I at least opened some boxes the other day and am glad that I now know most of what is sitting around waiting to be unpacked.

My goal for the week is to clean out one corner, and move one piece of furniture in to that cleaned out corner.

In the meantime, I've lost a friend that I've know for five years and I'm still not cool about the whole death and grief thing. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to the viewing, and I'm still debating about whether I'm going to the funeral. I expect I will. But I'm giving myself all the room I need to make that decision and will love myself anyway if I prove to still be a coward. I will become better at this--better at saying good-bye. I think I'll pray on it.