I AM a slob. The perfectionist part I use as an excuse. When you home is a mess you are surrounded by a thousand to-do lists. It's unsettling and is constant guilt and nasty self-talk.
I see the mess I just can't seem to do anything. I'm frozen. They say perfectionist are like this, they don't want to start because they might mess it up.
I've read all the books. Messies Anonymous, Sparking Joy, and so many more. One of my favorite shows...Hoarding. It makes me feel better...no it really does....seriously. I'm not that bad is a constant soundtrack in my brain.
I'm noticing I don't see problems. I have to stumble upon something, I see it for the first time and it's ohhh when did that happen. Do I do anything? Nope.
I have to get this changed. I have no peace in my home. If I do anything that is not cleaning, which you've probably figured out I don't clean, the guilt is horrible.
NO PEACE IS NO WAY TO LIVE.
