I have a couple of baskets of stuff to file and I sit and wonder why I don't just put them away, the file cabinet is underneath the baskets. I realized that because the files are such a wreck, I really don't know where to put these papers. Then I realized with horror, I will have to clean them out before I can put anything else in them. I'm just afraid of it. It's like opening that proverbial can of worms. I may open it and ghosts from stacking past may come out and haunt me.
I even thought of hiring someone and another friend offered to help me for nothing. Maybe I feel embarrassed about it or maybe I just know deep down I have to it myself. Other people can't really help you with your own stuff.
I'm also afraid of starting it and not finishing it. When I don't finish things they end up getting worse. So I must decide that today is not a writing day, but a sorting day and I must persevere until it is done.
Okay, here I go! Good thing my husband comes home by 2:15pm because if anything goes wrong, I'll need someone to call emergency services or at the very least an exorcist.