Ugh, where do I even begin? There are just so many things I’ve been putting off lately, it’s kind of embarrassing. I’m usually a pretty organized and on-top-of-it person, but for some reason, the past few months have been a struggle. Maybe it’s the changing seasons, the stress of work, or the fact that I’m just plain tired all the time – who knows. All I know is that my to-do list keeps growing and growing, and the guilt of all the tasks I’m avoiding is starting to weigh me down.

The biggest thing I’ve been putting off is cleaning out my closet. It’s gotten to the point where I can barely shut the doors, and every time I look in there, I just feel overwhelmed. I have clothes from high school that I’m definitely never going to fit into again, and shoes that I haven’t worn in years. But for some reason, I just can’t bring myself to get rid of any of it. I think part of me is afraid that if I get rid of stuff, I’ll suddenly need it again and then I’ll be kicking myself. Plus, the idea of having to try everything on and make decisions is just exhausting. So I keep shoving more and more in there, and the vicious cycle continues.

Another big one is finally going through all the boxes in my basement. When I moved into this house a few years ago, I just kind of shoved everything down there and told myself I’d deal with it later. Well, “later” has clearly arrived, and those boxes are taunting me every time I go down there to do laundry. I know there’s probably a ton of stuff I don’t need anymore, but the thought of having to sort through it all makes me want to curl up in a ball and take a nap. And then of course, I have to figure out what to do with all the stuff I don’t want – donate it, sell it, recycle it. Ugh, it’s just too much.

Oh, and let’s not forget about organizing my digital life. My computer desktop is a mess of random files, my email inbox has thousands of unread messages, and don’t even get me started on my phone’s photo library. I know I should really spend a day (or let’s be real, probably a week) tackling all of that, but the mere thought of it makes my head spin. It’s just so overwhelming, you know? Where do I even start? Plus, I feel like I’m constantly on the computer or my phone for work anyway, so the last thing I want to do in my free time is stare at a screen even more.

And the list goes on – meal planning, exercising regularly, calling my grandma more often, organizing my spice cabinet (which has somehow become a black hole of random jars and packets). The truth is, I’m a busy person with a lot of responsibilities, and sometimes, the easy thing to do is just ignore the things that feel like chores. It’s the classic case of “out of sight, out of mind,” even though I know that’s not a sustainable approach.

So why do I keep putting all of this off? Honestly, I think it’s a combination of laziness, fatigue, and a little bit of anxiety. The tasks just feel so daunting, and I worry that if I start, I’ll get sucked in and it will take forever. And let’s be real, sometimes I just want to come home from work, put on my comfiest sweatpants, and veg out in front of the TV instead of being productive. Is that so wrong?

But I know I can’t keep living this way. All of these unfinished projects and cluttered spaces are starting to take a toll on my mental health. I find myself feeling more stressed and overwhelmed, which in turn makes me even less motivated to tackle anything. It’s a vicious cycle, and I need to break it.

So, I’m making a promise to myself (and to all of you reading this) that I’m going to start chipping away at this list, one task at a time. Maybe I’ll set aside an hour each weekend to work on the closet, or commit to spending 15 minutes a day organizing my computer. Baby steps, right? And I’m going to try to be kinder to myself in the process. I’m not going to beat myself up if I don’t get it all done in one day. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and my organized life won’t be either.

Wish me luck, friends. Here’s to tackling those daunting to-do’s, one at a time. Who knows, maybe I’ll even find some long-lost treasures in those basement boxes. A girl can dream, right?