I took that same approach to moving two years ago. We were downsizing by almost 700 sq ft. We’d lived 13 years in the same home, providing storage for multiple people who still had their belongings in our house.
During those 13 years, my previous husband, my father, and my stepmother passed, resulting in boxes and boxes of their stuff filling closets and under-bed spaces in my home. Why? Because I couldn’t deal with unpacking those boxes and all the feelings that went with them.
The idea of making decisions about all those things, of sorting and discarding and donating and packing, of moving, especially when I was working 50 hours a week, was overwhelming to the point of paralysis.
I did all of that, though. How? Fifteen minutes each weekday evening after work and two hours on the weekend. Of course, I spent many more hours than that but those were the amounts I told myself I had to do. Only fifteen minutes after work. I could that. And, I did, plus an hour or two more every evening. Two hours on weekends became 8, 9 or 10.
Get started. Set a small goal. Do it. Then, reevaluate. Some evenings, not many, 15 minutes of work was my max. But, most evenings that 15 minutes was merely the start.