We moved in about three years ago and after all the working we had a number of dunno what to do with this boxes that stayed in the garage even though I put all these heavy duty shelves in place downstairs. It’s either too hot or too cold or I go look at it and shake my head and slowly close the door behind me lest I disturb something in there. I keep telling myself I will get it sorted…but then there is so much else to do. Bleh! I’m happy for you on the feedback. Being vulnerable is scary.
I hear you - it’s the Goldilocks problem - we are waiting for that magical moment that’s “just right”. It seems to be constantly out of reach. What I find most inspiring is the threat of witnesses and judgement 😂. Any space likely to be unseen by others is likely to molder until hell freezes over.
We moved in about three years ago and after all the working we had a number of dunno what to do with this boxes that stayed in the garage even though I put all these heavy duty shelves in place downstairs. It’s either too hot or too cold or I go look at it and shake my head and slowly close the door behind me lest I disturb something in there. I keep telling myself I will get it sorted…but then there is so much else to do. Bleh! I’m happy for you on the feedback. Being vulnerable is scary.
I hear you - it’s the Goldilocks problem - we are waiting for that magical moment that’s “just right”. It seems to be constantly out of reach. What I find most inspiring is the threat of witnesses and judgement 😂. Any space likely to be unseen by others is likely to molder until hell freezes over.