I had great intentions. After my inspiration of last night, and blogging about it quickly before heading off to work (so that I would be sure to follow through), I thought about how wonderful it would be to come home in the morning and just take a few minutes to make a start on my new plan of "baby-steps towards decluttering".
Then I got to work, and the Big Boss Lady wanted to talk about a recent melodrama....for HOURS. By the time she was done, and went off to bed, it seemed all the life had been sucked right out of me.
Still, I thought that maybe I could recover by morning, and still have enough energy to accomplish a few simple things when I got home. I kept reminding myself that it was only a few minutes, and that I would feel so much better afterward.
Then I had to stop for bread on the way home. And I decided that I needed some fresh bagels and cream cheese. When I got home, of course, I needed to sample the bagels and cream cheese. And the Sprouts wanted some attention.
The final blow was when my backside hit the couch. All good intentions flew right out the window at that point. I was tired, and comfy, and even had a blanket to cuddle in. The Sprouts were being cute and sweet.
So I got nothing done today.
But I didn't feel sorry for myself once. That's progress, isn't it?