Late night productivity

I suppose that I should have skipped the nap earlier... I was babysitting for friends, which didn't actually require any alertness, since the kids were in bed, so I passed out on the couch for a couple hours. Considering the fact that I have written a letter to my grandparents and finished my loan consolidation form since 1a.m., the nap may or may not have been counter-productive. I will never understand how it is that I am so much more productive after normal human beings have long ago drifted off to sleep than I am during normal waking hours of the day. I suspect something is hard-wired oddly in my DNA. Right now, I feel like I could quite easily stay up another 2 hours and re-organize my room, which also is in dire need of attention. Something about having a closet the size of shoe-box is counter-productive to keeping anything in its proper place. By the time I've expended massive amounts of time and energy re-arranging items enough to wrestle one of them out of the bottom of the closet, I have lost all interest in putting it back once I am finished with said item. Bad habit, true story. In my defense, when I had a walk-in sized closet, my room was never, ever this disorganized for any extended length of time. So, I blame it entirely on the closet.

The rest of my house is generally spotless for the most part, and quite uncluttered. I will never know why the builders of this house put two walk-in closets in the larger bedroom (my rooommate's) and one miniature closet in the smaller room. But I would dearly love to have a talk with them and expound on my views of their overall short-sightedness.

Otherwise, it is a perfect little house. Our landlord is A-mazing, and you can't beat that. But I would gladly give up three feet of the living room to have some more storage in this place.

That being said, I have decided it is time for some major house-cleaning, and I am about to unload a bunch of my stuff either into the dumpster or donate it to charity. I have too much stuff I don't even ever look at or use, and there is no point in it sitting around taking up space I don't have. Plus, it makes it ten times harder when I have to move, which I inevitably will and probably sooner rather than later. Might as well be prepared now. It would almost be easier to toss some boxes of stuff without going through them, but that would be taking the easy way out, and I'm sure I would wind up missing stuff later that I'd wanted to keep.

Tomorrow is a day off for me, so I suppose I should get cracking on this diabolical project. I'd really rather go to the dentist and get a root canal...

On a more positive note, my boss didn't yell at me today for anything, although some of the patients did a fair job of making up for that... The boss did announce that he is selling the building we are in and moving locations in June. I would dearly love a job with some stability for once in my life, but since I don't have one, I'm halfway ready to say to heck with it all and up and move. Europe is sounding better by the day, but really anywhere I don't have to kill spiders on a daily basis and wind up dripping wet from the humidity and heat 5 minutes after stepping out of the shower would be an improvement in my mind. I am grateful for the blessings I have in my life, so I don't mean to sound whiny. I am merely pointing out there is room for improvements, and I'm about to make some of those. If you don't like something change it, or deal with it. At least, that is my philosophy...

Truthfully, I just know I am restless here, and this has never been a part of the country I wanted to settle in long-term. The longer I stay here, I am just prolonging the misery and other than the friends and family I will leave behind, I am not remotely sorry to leave. Life is constantly changing and moving... I used to be afraid of that, but not anymore. I think change keeps us sharp, keeps us from becoming stagnant and apathetic. I'm excited for the possibilities of where life could take me next. I will only have this freedom to go and do whatever I want now while I'm young and not tied down. Why look back on it someday and regret missed opportunities? So, my foot is itching, as the saying goes... while I'm figuring out what to do next, guess I'll keep praying about it and looking for the best options. Oh, the possibilities!