Husband called me on it the other day. He claimed I have the opposite of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. He called it Half-Assed Impulsive Disorder.
You see, when I get really overwhelmed and feel like I have a lot going on, instead of picking a project and staying with it until it’s done, I start a new project. No, no, I don’t finish it. Just start it. Just spend money, time, and valuable brain cells hatching a new idea and getting it started . . . and that’s where about where it ends.
Take home businesses, for example. First there was Longaberger . . . then came Creative Memories . . . and now? I’ve got a basement full of scrapbooking supplies stored elegantly in expensive Longaberger baskets. Yesterday I finally took the plunge and took inventory of all that I have left so I can actually sell some of it and maybe recoup some of the
money credit I’ve shelled out for it. Husband asked me for the grand total, but I haven’t had the nerve yet to actually add up the retail value. I think I’ll need to drink a bottle glass of wine first.
You’d think I would learn, huh? Well, don’t count on it. Toward the end of last week I was feeling very overwhelmed. School is starting this week, we’re trying to get our house all cleaned out to potentially sell, and I’m feeling broke. I am having major issues switching my blog platform to WordPress, I still need to find a sponsor for the Type-A Mom Conference in September, and I’m hosting a Lia Sophia jewelry party a week from today. Oh, and did I mention that my thyroid levels were low again and I’m anemic?
Open a shop on etsy, of course! No, I’ve not actually gotten around to opening it yet, just prowling around local thrift stores and bringing home treasures such as a vintage bowling bag, wooden statue of a hillbilly named “Willie” (I know that because it says so on his belt buckle), and retro blue argyle Thermos bottle. These things (among many others) are now cluttering up my bedroom and office while they wait for me to clean, photograph, and price them, which of course will have to be after I name my shop, set up my etsy account, and design a header.
And in the meantime, I have laundry baskets with clean clothes in the family room waiting to be put away, my kids’ school registration (which was due in July) in still sitting in my purse, and spiders are making their home among my scrapbook stickers in the basement.