Fear

Today I tackled one of the things that caused me enough fear to keep me from doing it last year. I got the stored stroller and packing boxes down from the ceiling rafters in the shed. Now, why did that scare me? I hate roaches…and there was evidence and dead bodies enough to make me think I would encounter them. It kept me from tackling that chore for more than a YEAR!

A few days ago, I decided to take my leaf blower and broom to the shed to start clearing out the dirt on the floor. I figured I could blow those roaches to kingdom come if I encountered them. Well, the only ones I saw were dead. I did not clean the whole shed that day…just a corner. But I straightened that one corner, hung tools, made decisions on stuff to get rid of…and called it quits. I was proud of what I had started.

The next time I went in, that clean corner told me I could do this.

So, today, I got the ladder, the leaf blower and the broom and tackled all that stuff stored in the rafters. I found very little dirt/dead bugs, but I was prepared since I had my baseball cap on in case it rained bugs. BUT, it didn’t. The stored boxes were new, and very few had dirt on them. I will give them away to someone who is packing to move and will take the broken stroller to the recycle center.

While I was in the shed, I blew and swept another corner. So, at least the floor is 2/3 clear of dirt and debris.

Next to tackle? The shelves.

Fear. It turned out to be nothing at all. Funny how powerful I made it and how it kept me from a simple thing like cleaning and organizing. I wonder what else it takes from me.