By: Tanya Ward Goodman
The thing about getting really organized is that at some point, you get really unorganized.
In order to make files that make sense, I had to sort through a lot of stuff that didn’t make a lot of sense. And this made a huge mess. Such a huge mess that my entire office is filled with piles of paper, empty folders and crumpled envelopes.
The shredder (friend of the organizer) has nearly given up the ghost a dozen times and is barely limping along, surrounded by the confetti remains of so many documents past.
I found the receipt for my son’s car seat. (He’s nearly nine.)
I found a list of assets from the first year of our marriage. (We’re doing better than we expected.)
I found that I haven’t been putting the checks in the printer in the right order and as a result, reconciling my bank account is an exercise in wackiness that has almost completely defied me.
The good news is that there is about 70% less paper in my filing cabinet. The bad news, is, of course that it is covering the rug. When I was a kid, we heated our house with a woodstove. In addition to being cozy, this in-house fire had other advantages – you could burn stuff in it. Right now, I could start a lot of fires…
Some day (hopefully soon) I will have rediscovered the area rug and my files will be fresh and ready for the beginning of school, which is really my new year.
I plan to hit September as a fully organized, pulled together mom with places for everything and lots of time for writing.
Soon (I hope) it will all make sense.