Cleaning house...figuratively.

I've decided that I will spend the month of April getting my life together. I've spent the better part of the last year almost either taking care of someone or having two surgeries and a month long illness we fondly call "the black death." Ever since Christmas I've been trying to build up my immune system and to get my back strong enough for every day life. In other words, my priorities have been on my various health issues and not on the rest of my life.
The sad thing is that I've pretty much let everything slide.  My friendships have taken a beating. My beloved Team C is fragmented. I confess that it is mostly my fault. I didn't tend to my relationships with my best friends and I'm afraid that even though we still love each other, it's never going to be the same. Somehow, we all ended up in different life courses. I'm at a point of my life when I need to start making a career for myself.  (I'm actually starting to develop maternal instincts. I can hear my biological clock starting to tick.) I've let my relationships with my oldest friends slide. At Christmas, I only saw one old high school friend. I suppose that's because I just don't talk to many of them anymore.
I've let my class work, my house work, and even my art go. I haven't written anything in almost a year. I only do the minimum of classwork. And don't even get me started on the state of my room.
I've come to learn that everything we value, the external centers of ourselves, the things we love---they have to be tended. Most of the time we don't know we are tending to our families, our friends, our work, and our passions because that is pretty much the sum of our lives but let me assure you that when you stop tending, everything goes straight to hell.
So today, on April 2nd, 2010, I resolve to be better. I want to read books of knowledge, not the usual pulp mysteries I read. I want to organize my room, decorate it better, and for God's sake, find all my shoes that are scattered all over the house. I want to try to be a better friend. I want to start new pursuits like playing the guitar, knitting, and painting. I want to find some temporary work so that I can start pulling in a regular paycheck again. I want to finally unpack all the boxes I have left in the garage since we moved into the house almost two years ago. I want to figure out what I want to do with my life. I want to take an exercise class, even if it's just a self defense course. I want to do the millions of things and errands I've been putting off forever.
I want to figure out where I belong spiritually. For a long time I've been on the fence, shunning organized religion because I know I don't agree with the religion I was raised in and I generally don't do well with groups. But I realize I need to try to find a higher truth. I need to figure out where I belong, what I believe. I know I believe in God, I believe in Jesus. I just don't agree with Paul et al. I need to explore my spirituality. I realize reading Eat Pray Love and taking college classes on religion aren't really doing anything for me. I need to figure out what I believe.
I'm guessing this may take longer than a month...