Here goes...everything

The perfect storm:
Recently unemployed.
Stay-at-home mom, eager for a project.
Ever-increasing piles of junk in my home.
A conversation about death.
One horrifying episode of "Hoarders."
And a sermon about the Road to Emmaus teaching us about the journey that we are on with God.

The Situation:
From ages 22-35, 9 moves in 5 states.
24 mystery boxes in the garage, full of things that were hurriedly thrown into a box the day the truck was packed, and not looked at since.
24 more boxes of stuff that has previously had a home in my office.  But...no job, no office.  So the boxes have their home in the garage.
5 more boxes in the laundry room.
5 more at a friend's house, with high hopes that his organizational skill might rub off on me.
Grand total:  53 boxes that desperately need my attention.
And let's not forgot...a husband who is kind-hearted and organized, making me wonder just when my clutter problem might send that sweet soul of his right into a gigantic rage.  He assures me it won't, but I'm riddled with anxiety.

The assignment:
One year.  53 boxes.  Some only half full, so it probably averages out to about a box per week.  And maybe at the end, the great American book deal because my writing is so inspirational to the millions who have decided to follow my blog.  Julie and Julia, meet Sarah and Peter.  Walsh, that is.  The famous and fabulous professional organizer, whose books I long to read and absorb.  But Peter the disciple might get thrown in now and then too.

One final thought....the boxes are just part of a larger self-improvement project.  Goals galore.  But more on those later....
For now, I begin this one-year journey, with hopes that on May 6, 2012, my home will be a place of peace.

Here goes nothing.
Here goes everything.