My brain is fail.
Today I sorted an almost epic amount of paper that had just been lying around loose and either filed it appropriately or shredded it or recycled it. In the process I made some minor improvements to my filing system. A small pile left over that felt too complicated to deal with I kept for another day, but it is all the same topic of stuff (medical) that will ultimately all go roughly in the same place. I moved some books to a place where books might get read as opposed to where I happened to have unpacked them when they came in the mail. I also finally looked up whether photographic film is hazardous waste (if it was made recently, it is not) and threw away the three rolls of long-expired film I am sad to have never used but nonetheless do not want sitting on my floor waiting to be disposed of forever. Then I even put the clean bedsheets on my bed.
This is objectively a large accomplishment for a Saturday.
And yet, I am not feeling accomplished; rather, I am feeling vaguely dissatisfied.
I always do this. I legitimately accomplish something major in terms of cleaning/organization and then--even though every book and magazine and person in the world always says when you do this you will feel "so much better" or even "great about yourself"--I inevitably feel down. I have no idea why this is the case, but instead of surveying the awesome progress I've made, I end up looking at all the area I didn't clean that day or something still left undone, and I feel drained and defeated. Oh, and I didn't do the laundry.
Maybe I feel discouraged by the fact that I did not magically make my whole home perfect and shiny in one day. Maybe it is a case of I Should Have Done More. I don't know. All I know is, I am sick of this stupid mental behavior because it is stupid and I want to feel the sense of accomplishment I have so obviously earned! Stop shortchanging me, brain!!!
Edit: Oh, I forgot to mention that I also balanced my checkbooks, submitted an FSA reimbursement claim, and paid my estimated taxes.
This is objectively a large accomplishment for a Saturday.
And yet, I am not feeling accomplished; rather, I am feeling vaguely dissatisfied.
I always do this. I legitimately accomplish something major in terms of cleaning/organization and then--even though every book and magazine and person in the world always says when you do this you will feel "so much better" or even "great about yourself"--I inevitably feel down. I have no idea why this is the case, but instead of surveying the awesome progress I've made, I end up looking at all the area I didn't clean that day or something still left undone, and I feel drained and defeated. Oh, and I didn't do the laundry.
Maybe I feel discouraged by the fact that I did not magically make my whole home perfect and shiny in one day. Maybe it is a case of I Should Have Done More. I don't know. All I know is, I am sick of this stupid mental behavior because it is stupid and I want to feel the sense of accomplishment I have so obviously earned! Stop shortchanging me, brain!!!
Edit: Oh, I forgot to mention that I also balanced my checkbooks, submitted an FSA reimbursement claim, and paid my estimated taxes.