For those of you who are reading this and who know me, you already know my not-so-secret secret. I’m, um…well, I’m a pack-rat.
The stuff I save is stupid. Most of it is paper. But I do have twelve pairs of shoes under my desk. I’ve seen Dr. Phil and various TLC shows handle this sort of mess. My home and my office (and my car, actually) are full of stuff. My apartment is much better than it was – it is so small that I HAVE to keep up with the cleaning or I’ll hurt myself. It is overwhealming.
The only way I’ve ever found to successfully remedy this situation is to move. Fortunately, my office is being re-arranged and I’ve been forced to pack everything up and get it ready to move next Tuesday. I’m thrilled. Not only do I rate a window this time, I’m also purging paper and unwanted stuff like there is no tomorrow.
As I gaze around my current office, I am looking at a monster sized recycling bin (chest high for me), two other bins about the same size that are meant for the shredder, and two practically empty filing cabinets and a shelf. How can all of that stuff come from that little bit of space?
Happy cleaning,
C
