I used to be known as an extremely organized person.  Heck, I even looked into being a professional organizer at one time.  But lately I’ve been losing my touch.  Or motivation.  Or something.  For well over a year now, since not long before I met Mister and packed up everything to move in with him, I have not been organized.  I have all sorts of excuses, the biggest one being that a large portion of my stuff has been in boxes for well over a year while Mister and I lived together in a small, 1-bedroom apartment.  There’s still a lot of stuff that’s in boxes in our garage now.  I know that organizers with a real minimalist streak would just tell me to chuck it all.  But I was still fairly organized when I boxed it all up, so there’s a lot that I know I need and want in there.  For example, all the software from my computer is still there, in its own box that should sit by my desk should I ever need to reinstall something.  And my Swedish knick-knacks (a lot of which I bought in Sweden) are carefully packed away.  One reason I hesitate to unpack it is because I have nowhere to put it.

I do want to get organized, but I’m afraid I’ve become one of those people on tv.  The ones who let things get so out of hand that they don’t know where to begin.  That’s me, not knowing where to start.  I have ideas on how to get organized, but it’s all so inter-related in my mind that I feel like I’m missing a critical piece of the puzzle to be able to put all the steps together to make it flow and get the job done.  Maybe that’s just the perfectionist in me.  I do have lots of books on organizing, but they’re still in boxes in the garage.  A lot of good they do me there, eh?

I did do a little bit of organizing last night.  Since we bought our house and new desks for the office, I started unpacking some of my office boxes and ended up with a pile of papers that I didn’t know what to do with.  Some were for filing, which I couldn’t do at the time because my files weren’t unpacked yet (seeing the inter-relational thing yet?).  Others were things that I hadn’t made a decision on yet.  The rest of it was the result of breeding.  The pile grew over the past few months to include wedding papers and such.  Since I am going to be tranferring all my stuff over to the newer laptop and passing my desktop on to Uncle Caboose, who is currently using my mom’s old dinosaur, I needed somewhere to put the laptop for the file transfers.  The pile had to go.  I was able to file, toss, or relocate most of it, but there are a couple of things that I’m gonna try my best to find a home for. 

Now I just need to try and keep up so that I can get back on that organizing wagon and let Mister see all the skills that I know are in me somewhere.