I think I’m starting to feel better. I still have almost no energy and even less stamina, but I want to do stuff.
I want to do creative stuff and I even want to do housework stuff. (Some of which I really need to do so I can do creative stuff.)
For instance, somehow I have once again managed to create a roadblock between the chest of drawers that currently holds paper crafting stuff and the rest of my room. I need to get to said chest of drawers so I have to bulldoze through the blockade.
Why do I want to get there? Because I’m pretty sure that I have some 8.5 x 11” cardstock in there that I want to use to make inserts for my A5 traveler’s notebook so I can use it to keep track of writing projects.
See? It all comes back to writing, but that was never a question, was it?
No, the question is, why do I only get the urge to clean when I start recuperating after I’ve been sick? (Or really late at night.)
But I really do need to get to that chest of drawers. I’d at least like to organize the stuff there a little as it was pretty much just shoved in there in a hurry with no real method to the madness. (Well, most of the paper is in the bottom drawer – maybe two – because of weight.)
I also need more room to work. Writing doesn’t take up much space, but other crafts do, and I don’t have the room to spread out in my bedroom. I do have a craft room in the basement but it’s become more of a craft storage room so I also need to attack it and get it cleared out. (It used to be more organized but that fell by the wayside when I rushed to get stuff moved down there out of the way.)
*sigh* I’m a pack rat.
Anyhow, the craft room project isn’t going to happen this week. I’ll be lucky to get to my chest of drawers, actually.
But I want to do it.
All of it.
The spirit is willing…