As I write this, my bedroom is in a state of total chaos. I've been going through several boxes in which I've dumped stuff over the past two years, and have been tossing things into a garbage bag. However, this leaves me with a mess that I still must sort through before I can get the place back in order, have my cleaning lady return, and have people over to my apartment. (Note: I made this mess on top of a linen chest, and hope to have it cleaned off tonight.)
The first year of the pandemic was a horrible one. Yet, I was able to go to work as Marian for the first time. The second year was better, as I was able to get out and about, meeting people along the way. Through dating, I was able to meet a couple of nice people with whom I am still friends. But depression got the better part of me, as exhibited by my apartment, and it's been taking me a long time to get any traction on cleaning things up.
A quarter of a century ago, one girlfriend helped me clean up the mess that accumulated while my wife was ill. I can't ask anyone for help with this mess today - and I wouldn't do so if I could. This is going to be a big project, and one that will take me a long time to finish. I've been trying to do a little bit of cleaning every day. But, given this image of my mess, you can see that it can be overwhelming. So I'm trying to take my project management experience and use it at home - break up the work into little pieces, schedule it, and then perform the tasks.
I just wonder - How many more people were like me, and let their residences go to hell during the pandemic....?
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