Where to start?

During my long weeks of not being able to accomplish much of anything, I would lay in bed at night thinking about each room in the house and how I planned to dispose of "junk", organize papers better, sort through receipts and photos and cards, and make Goodwill trips to downsize.  As I look around at each room and closet, I'm overwhelmed at just how much work I'm looking at.

For someone who thought she was a fairly organized person, I think I got that wrong.  I've got so much to do, I hardly know where to start.  The closet in the hallway and the closets in the bedrooms will require using a stepstool to go up and down. I'm not quite ready for that.  Am even thinking about hiring Maddie to come over and retrieve items from high shelves for me so I can organize at ground level while sitting on the bed.

I don't know why I get these urges to clean when I'm at my lowest level of physical strength. Last night I laid in bed from 9 to 12 absolutely miserable from the shoulder/arm pain.  I finally got up and decided to try sleeping in the recliner.  Next thing I knew it was 4:30, then 7 a.m.  I wonder if my chiropractor appointments are doing more harm than good. It's hard to know.  Either I waited way too long and this pain is to be expected or I need to consider an alternative method of healing.  I'll be glad to talk to the physical therapist on Thursday as I really think I need another opinion on whether I'm walking on the right path to health.

Meanwhile, I think I'll concentrate on just this room for the next few days.  Even if I only do a small section at a time, sooner or later, I'm bound to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I think I need better organizing skills.  Sometimes you can get so many piles going, that it's hard to stay on track.  I guess that will be my challenge for November.  I need to stop watching the HGTV station with all its remodeling and storage ideas. Too much information and I need to keep it simple.

It's 9:05 a.m.  So far today, I've managed to shower, shampoo, dress my knee wound, wash a load of laundry, eat breakfast, unload the dishwasher, work a crossword puzzle, and blog.  Even though I've had my one cup of coffee for the day, I'm still feeling tired and all I can think about is heading to my recliner for a rest before I start round two.  I hope this is just the morning blahs.   I can remember when mornings were my high peak performance hours and I was a whirlwind of activity crossing off chores on my to-do list.  Now I have to force myself to get even the simple chores completed.

I know I'm 70 and I know that fall did a real number on my body but still....I want my energy  back to a level I can be happy with. I've got stuff to do, places to go, mountains to climb....yet my butt still ends up in the recliner.  Sigh.......