I’m Not That Organized
Many of you know me well enough to know that I’ve been clearing clutter most of my life. I’ll explain why so long below. In the meantime, while it’s easier said than done, figuring out what to do with the mass amount of stuff that comes into the home is crazy hard some days for the average, everyday person, let alone the disorganized person. It’s a learned behavior, and we all need help at one point or another.
Most who come into my home think I’m the most organized person. I am not, but I work at it. I am organized, but I still have a lot of cluttery little things that stump me. However, I’m better than most in that I can toss a container of tiny things I might need later in a heartbeat. I just can’t let my husband see me do it. 😂
Still Clearing Clutter
(for so many years)
When I was a young mom, and my husband worked 60 to 80 hours per week, I was the one in control of our home. There was a place for everything, and everything had a place. My Busy Woman’s Daily Planner was always on the table next to the front door, so everyone could check it when making plans or if they wanted to add to it. Hubby would come home and, if need be, hand me his stuff, and I’d deal with it so he could sleep. He was on board with my system. It was good.
Then, the kids turned into teenagers, and I was working outside of the home. I had to release duties to my husband and teenagers. That meant I wasn’t able to keep a tight reign on the organization of stuff. Need I say more?
Okay, I will…Between my business stuff and the rest of the family’s stuff, there were little piles of chaos around the house, and a LOT more stuff was brought into the house. After all, teenagers can buy and collect things that small children cannot. This is where it got out of hand and created a domino effect that brings me to today.
While I haven’t been with people very much, I finished up with several real estate transactions, mostly from afar, took a while to go through and make sure all of my files and documents were organized, bought a truck and trailer which if you don’t know takes a lot of time and energy. Now I
need get to organize the trailer.
We took a couple of short camping trips, decluttered more of the house, had a garage sale, completed many hours of continuing education, worked through the tiny things in the garage like leftover pieces, sprinkler parts, and found a broach that needs to be sewn back onto a blouse and on and on.
This past week, I’ve been working through the little cluttery things after dealing with the big stuff. 😉 It takes a lot of time to deal with all of this. I’m not spending time multitasking and cramming everything I can think of into each day. I’m steadily working towards a goal.
Business Killing Truth
Here’s where it gets too real. It’s not good for my business to share this with you, but it’s good for you to hear the truth. So here goes – I stopped using my planner and am using a notepad. I own and offer The Busy Woman’s Daily Planner. But, we go through phases, and for this phase, a planner is too much for my daily life.
You and I are not necessarily living what is considered a normal life at the moment. Therefore, I’m not as out and about as I am accustomed to being. Between COVID-19, the fires raging up and down the West Coast, and smoke in the air, I’m staying home.
Through these challenges, we have to learn to pivot. My pivot comes in the way of spending time out in nature with hubby, in the house being Susie Homemaker, networking online, and sharing truths with you. I’ve slowed down my entire life as part of my pivot.
If you know me, you know that the result of organizing stuff brings me joy. Now that I’m past mid-life, I’m working towards a goal to spend less time cleaning, organizing, and caring for stuff and more time doing what I love. After reassessing the things that matter most, spending time doing things I love and finding people I enjoy being with is better than managing material things.
If you need help getting to the same place, reach out to me or join us on my Busy Woman Facebook Page.
Until next time…