And Then I Found Five Dollars

Six or seven years ago the cool thing to do was to say, "and then I found five dollars" after just about every story you told. It didn't mean anything but you always got a good laugh when someone asked "Really?" after your story was done and you then explained that it was only a figure of speech.

Last week I did a cleaning overhaul, except don't look in my closet, that doesn't count. My living space had become as cluttered as my mind and I felt boxed-in. Now there's room to do yoga in my bedroom which will help my body out of a funk as well.

Having a clean room is easy for me to do when I have a clear mind and when I'm not procrastinating on something or another. The more I put off a project, the messier my room becomes and the harder it is for me to take the time to clean it, but last week not only did I clean the whole room, I did a bunch of laundry too: I washed my sheets, my work clothes, and a couple loads of clothes that I had still bagged-up from when I moved here. Now my wardrobe selection has increased significantly and I wish I had a bigger dresser for all of it. Thankfully I have storage space for my spring/summer clothes so right now there's room in my dresser for bulky sweatshirts and sweaters.

I also cleaned out my portion of the pantry and took inventory on what I had. This was not a difficult task at all, but definitely something that had been waiting for me to accomplish.

Perhaps the most daunting task was organizing all of my Lush stuff. I had to separate which items were gifts and which were mine to keep. I organized one drawer for bath suppies and a shelf for my shower goodies. Moisturizer, dusting powders, and massage bars are now all in a storage drawer thing in my room. I got rid of all my expired product and I'm bringing the black pots back to work so they can be recycled.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel exhausted when I finished. I felt amazing. And then I found five dollars. Seriously, I did.