bare walls and blank stares

last weekend i decided to almost everthing off of the walls and to re-arrange the furniture in the living room. it started off well, but (as i kind of expected) reached a point where i was just too overwhelmed to deal with it any longer. i sat down, turned on the tv, and made guesses as to how long the room would stay in that state. so far it's been a week and a day and i have yet to move anymore of the things i left lying around. plus there are all of the other things i've added to the chaos because why bother putting anything away when things are in such disarray?
it is very hard to rid your life of someone when their possessions occupy so much of your space. it's bad enough when you are left on your own with your own things - there are still reminders everywhere you look. then there are the smells and sounds and just the random thoughts. but how are you supposed to get over someone when your living space is a constant reminder of them? so that is my mission. to make things as different as possible within the same parameters. but with such a low motivation level it is extremely hard to push myself to make these changes are reality. i am more willing to step over piles of displaced crap than follow through with something i've started. i guess that's my theme, my motif, my tragic flaw.
speaking of character flaws, last night i was trying to figure out if giving people chances and the benefit of the doubt (what the hell does that really mean anyways?) and all that is a character trait or flaw. is it a good thing about me that sometimes goes wrong or is it just plain lame? this is a troublesome.
i was just told that i would be good at writing young adult novels (ie judy blume). i'm going to consider this.