I organized my purse (you may call it a handbag or pocketbook). No more lonely TicTacs rolling around the bottom. Broken pen? Gone. Receipts, coupons, grocery lists, or any other random slip of paper has been dealt with most harshly.
Okay, that's a purse you might say. A small area of space in the grand scheme of things. It probably took you all of five minutes. Fair enough. Then I tackled my office and the filing. FIVE years of filing. Sad, I know. But when I procrastinate I like to give it 100% percent. Luckily, my sister-in-law phoned at the exact right time and since those conversations last a good hour I got A LOT done whilst chatting. Two of my favourite things: productivity and talking.
If it doesn't fit into this one drawer or into this one file box we're not saving it. Executive decision made. This went over better than expected. So, win!
Spare room full of junk? Managed. Closet in our bedroom? Organized. (Mostly because I convinced my husband to put his suits and work clothes in the spare room closet. Then I suggested we move his chest of drawers in there because we bought a new, bigger bed and didn't it just make sense. He's beginning to get suspicious. (But that's a blog post for another day.)
All in all I'm feeling pretty good about things. Now if I could only organize my teenage daughter...it would be nirvana around here.