It’s been a super busy week for me and I have yet to sit down and really take the breather that I need. With all of the preparations that I’ve done so far to the house, I am completely exhausted. With all of the paint samples, pamplets, and flooring that I’ve looked at, I honestly feel as though I should add the title Interior Decorator to my resume. There are still two more rooms that need painting before I want to move my furniture in (The other rooms can wait.) and it’s been a process trying to select the right color. I absolutely LOVE dark homes and that’s pretty much the theme I’m going with – except for the kitchen, hallway, and rooms for my children.

I’ve hit my head on the ceiling multiple times. I’m sore from reaching and climbing up and down the ladder. I can STILL smell the varnish and paint. Oh, and let’s not forget my thumb’s struggle with a knife. Yea, it’s like that.

I can’t wait until I get situated. It’s been a fun process but I’m not trying to make it a longer process than it already is. I need to be moved in before August so I won’t have to deal with any of this when school starts for my daughter and I. I’ve been calculating the amount of money that I’ll be saving and I’m wondering why I haven’t decided to do this sooner? And let’s not even get on the extra time that I’ll have to get to do things that I haven’t done in so long.

I work too hard to not be able to spend my money the way I want to spend it. But now, I plan to.

So, my parents bought a house. After years of trying to convince my dad and various methods of persuasion, he finally agreed to leave the town in which we’ve lived for so long, and to a city/town that isn’t so rural. I was present when my mom was handed the key to their new home–a home that she’d dreamt about since I was little. Did she cry? Of course. Even I found it hard to suppress the tears simply because this is the type of feeling that my parents deserve. They have sacrificed a lot for my siblings and I and I’m not at all pondering the fact that this was done after we moved out. I’m too busy overwhelmed with joy that they are living their dream.

To me, this is a monumental moment as well an inspirational moment because the life that they have, is exactly what I want. I want to purchase my own car, my own home, etc. I want to make my dreams come true as well. I stood by the lake at my parents house and dwelled on this thought long enough to devise a plan on how I can get closer to my dreams. I concocted an aim, a disposition on acheiving such. And it was really quite simple. I know what I’m not doing that has, in a way, hindered my progress with living the life that I truly want to live. Simply put, I am not organized.

When I was little, my mom drilled in my head that “organization is key. It unlocks many doors.”. Now, I didn’t understand where these doors were or how I could obtain these keys but as an adult, I find myself digging through my life trying to recall for the life of me, where I put the spare. I used to be so organized. I was on point with everything. Even after the birth of my daughter, being so young, I was systematic.

Now with two kids, staying organized has become a bit of a challenge. We have structure and stability in our lives but there are a few things that I’ve noticed that will definitely make a lot of difference. I find myself gravitating to all that is convenient. And while gravitating to this convenience, I tend to overlook the cost and the monies that I spend to take advantage of these accessibilities. And this is something that I really need to get a better grip on. I’ve addressed this issue in the past and honestly, I have gotten a bit better at it; but, there is room for improvement.

So, what is my plan?

I’ve made a list, offline of course, just because crossing out things on a list gives me a better feeling of accomplishment. (It’s a mind thing) It seems infinite, but I’m not backing down. Some of the things on my list may seem quite simple, but to me, they are significant. Anything that I can think of that will enhance my quality of life and allow me to reach greater heights, I’m doing it. Point. Blank. Period.