My 👏🏼mental 👏🏼illness 👏🏼does 👏🏼not 👏🏼define 👏🏼me 👏🏼
I discovered the absolute godsend that is UfYH last night, and lemme tell you, I am STOKED with what I’ve managed to achieve.
I’ve been meaning to sort this space since we moved in nearly 20 months ago and I never have, despite being unemployed for the better part of a year. I decided last night to celebrate finding full-time work at a pet store (!!!!) with sorting my shit out.
Top two photos are befores, number three is one (ONE!) hour in and bottom is after my second 45/15 session.
Not pictured: all the cat piss I had to clean off of fucking everything, me breaking my back mopping the floor for the first time this year and the Prodigy keeping me motivated and my energy levels up.
All in all, in two 20/10s and one 45/15 session I managed to clear all my shit, put that new rug down, rearrange the furniture into a configuration that I like and is practical AND get through that pile of alterations I needed to get through, all before noon today. Habitat: Unfucked.