Sheri's Organized Life
Phone: 615-394-4525
Email: sheri@sheorganizedlife.com
Life is too short to have your
time, energy and money eaten away
by clutter and disorganization.
I was annoyed by an article I read weeks ago because it touched on indecision in a touchy area of my life. It said: "You're not
committed to losing weight; you're just interested." I had to admit it and face the fact that once again, I was being beaten by
indecision.

I learned years ago that indecision was the source of the clutter in my house. After countless trips to the dump and the
donation center, ground was gained and our home looked, felt and functioned better. It became very easy for me to identify
when “stuff” had no basis for living in my house. I had established a culture in my home, decided who I was and where we
were headed as a family, and everything in my home supported that vision.

But going through the same process on an internal level has proven to be a greater challenge. The “committed versus
interested” statement pushed a sensitive button. Now we’re meddling, dealing with decades of internal belief systems, fears,
and defense systems that I’ve polished and perfected over years of perfectly good use.

It is much easier to bury myself in busyness, cleaning, organizing, and developing a new division of my business than to work
on me. I’m being productive, which counts for points on some level, right?

But even when the house is clean, the new brochure is off to the printer, and the laundry is put away, I still have to deal with
me. Everywhere I go, there I am. In the same manner that clutter in my house is the result of the (seemingly) benign "I'll figure
that out later," my current jeans size is a result of “but I like brownies” and “I’ll start again tomorrow.”  I destroy my own
productivity my progress. None of the items in my house accidentally walked in. And as Zig Ziglar says, “I never accidentally ate
anything.”

I am held captive where I truly needed to move through, move forward, MOVE. Indecision not only affects me, but my family, my
home, relationships and my business. And my jeans.

Indecision is borne out of fear. Fear of loss. Fear of failure, rejection. Fear of the pain of change. Fear of having to give up
something we love. Fear of giving up the brownie, the pleasure, the moment of escape, the comfort.

I don’t want to give up the brownie. I don’t want to spend weeks denying myself, sweating and huffing, knowing that even when
I do make progress; one weekend of fun will set me back by a month’s worth of effort and restraint.

The pain of change currently outweighs the pain I’m in. So I remain where I am. I have committed.

Sort of.
Interested, Not Committed
© 2009 Sheri Smith Bertolini