Finding Time to Organize

It seems like it should be easy to find the time to organize, but it isn’t. When it takes all your available time to just complete the daily tasks that need done every day or every week, there is only enough time left to get ready for bed.

No matter what time I scrape out, it feels like I am missing out on life in order of one day hoping to join in on it. Getting rid of as much stuff as possible is the key, but knowing that doesn’t make it any easier to haul it out of the house and give it to someone who would appreciate it.

Does anyone out there have any tips for finding the time for organizing? I am especially interested if you have kids who interrupt you every five minutes to show you their latest Lego creation, Minecraft adventure, or a combination of the two.

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The Problem with Papers

I have kept a journal off and on since high school. I have destroyed many of them because they were written during times I wanted to forget. I have made a giant pile of them over the last two decades and even though I do not want to forget this period of my life, they were mainly a way to write out stresses I was having with work and a new baby and similar issues. Yes, I wrote down some great stuff too. Stuff that I might enjoy going back to read someday, but mostly they are how I dealt with negative things. Things better forgotten. So I have been struggling with a decision on what to do with them for over a year. Do I go through them page-by-page and save those tiny snippets that I may never read again or just outright destroy this pile that I do not have room for and has become a constant source of stress itself?

Yesterday, they were again occupying space in my mind and I decided, that since my life hadn’t been drastically altered by having one stolen in Montreal in 2009 I should just give them a nice sendoff and be done with them. Having them physically sitting here is causing more stress than they helped me deal with over the last 20 years. I told my husband today, “the types of things I wrote in them were things to relieve stress. Things that should have been written on loose-leaf paper and immediately thrown away, not saved in a journal.” So I am saying goodbye to them one way or another this weekend. Not just them but several loose papers my son and I have sitting around.

Here are the before photos and soon I hope to post the after photos.