Random ramblings

Why is it that organizing is depressing? Or am I just feeling that way because I'm depressed? (Okay, that sentance makes no sense. I mean, is the organizing causing the depression or am I depressed and therefore that's why what I'm doing seems useless?)

I had 10 things to do this weekend. I've done exactly two of them. Neither of which is something that has been at the top of my to-do list for over a week. (Read & Comment on Full Circle. I swear, Mary Anne, I'm going to give it the attention - and feedback - it deserves. Within 48 hours. Hopefully within 24.)

Okay right *there* is probably why I'm feeling that everything is stale, flat, and unprofitable. That and pulling out a quilt top that I made a year ago and thinking "I don't like this, it's dumb, I don't need an extra blanket this badly" and putting it in the give-away pile.

I don't like it. It was just bandannas sewn together and it didn't look as nice as I thought it would. I don't need an extra blanket; I have a fair number of them and I have the makings for quilts I will enjoy much more. I don't need to spend more of my time to finish something that I will not value.

So why does putting it away depress me? I think because I'm going through all my books and all my clothes and everything, and yes, I'm decluttering and it's a new year's resolution and I'm getting it done and a lot of this is going to charity and that's A Good Thing. But it's also reminding me how much time and money I put into getting these possessions that I don't want anymore, these projects I lose interest in, and instead of getting a warm glow of accomplishment, I get an overwhelming sense of futility and waste.

Crap count:
TBR books - 575. (Books read this month - 18)
Books to donate - 3 boxes
T-shirts already donated - 3 grocery bags full