Finding Balance

I'm an all or nothing kind of girl.  I took my very enjoyable recreational running habit and literally ran it into the ground.  A very painful two year case of plantar faceitis convinced me I can't run long distances every day.  If I eat one cookie, sure as heck I'm going to eat six.  I've even been known to knock off an entire bag of microwave popcorn in one sitting, blatantly ignoring the "two servings" clearly marked on the bag.  In my defence, however, I do put it into two bowls with no intention of the eating the second.  But what is that saying about intentions?  Something about the road to hell being paved with them?  

And so it is with this purge I'm doing.  It has become all consuming.  Writing my novel?  Back burner. Stained glass projects?  The other back burner.

Luckily there's light at the end of my purging tunnel.  Both my kitchen and main bathroom recently underwent total renovations so they were purged to the max at that time.  It remains a mystery to me how I could fill an entire garbage bag with junk just from under two bathroom sinks.  So now I'm down to just the rec room (aka the wreck room) and the basement closets.  Still no easy task.  It seems that stuff from all the other newly cleaned out rooms in the house has somehow managed to migrate into the rec room.  It's the final stop on the "does it stay or go" train.  The room where all the really hard decisions remain to be made.

But my April goal is to find balance again.  To carve out time for the wanna do's not just the haveta do's.  That's my intention anyway.  I'll just be sure to carry a fire extinguisher with me.  I've heard it can get a little hot in hell.