Time is flying by very quickly this year, it’s nearly April for goodness sake! I actually wrote down (well typed) my new year resolutions and many of them have gone totally out the window!

I know, what’s the surprise in that? Very few people are able to stay true to the flood of good intentions they have at the commencement of another year. And I am just the same as ‘them’. I’ve not written in this blog for ages, and I was supposed to write every day, so I could practice my writing and keep connected to the written word. But I haven’t done it. Instead I seem to have drifted a little. I’ve been a bit distracted. Found it hard to concentrate on one thing. Diluted my energies by dividing my attention. But now I think I know why there’s been so much distraction. I’ve been trying to do too much without organising a way to actually do it. I’ve also been living with clutter and a bit of chaos. Even little things like finding my scissors or sellotape would drive me nutty. Yet a friend found them without even look much. Seems they were in an obvious place to her. But not to me.

I don’t have a place for everything and everything in its place. I’ve never been one of those super-organised people (they kind of scare me!). I didn’t get taught to be like that, so how could I be? I’ve sporadically gone through periods spontaneous hyper-frenzied organisation. This is usually brought about by that state of existence when the piles of paper, bills, receipts, and old chocolate bar wrappers seem to multiply exponentially and threaten my ability to see any clear space on any of mysurfaces. I have reached the ‘critical mass’ of messiness, and things are going to change! I’ve even made a start. In fact, it was a few weeks back that I started attacking small pockets of mess – (yes, it’s war and I started with the underground resistance). I’ve now moved to ground zero of disorganisation, clutter and mess – the garage!

It has been quite some time since I’ve actually been able to park a car in my garage. There’s been too many old clothes, books, and miscellaneous ‘broken things’ inhabiting the space. Well the squatters have been chucked out (well mostly!). And the City Mission must have been rubbing their hands when they discovered the load of clothes and shoes that I dropped off at their door. I even gave them one of my suitcases from the early 90’s full of clothing. I hate to even begin to thing of how much money I spent on all of those clothes and shoes, that I didn’t want to wear (or couldn’t wear anymore thanks to what the empty chocolate bar wrappers contained).

So have you ever thrown a full sized CRT television into a dump and seen it smash open? Well I saw it smashed open, but I couldn’t do the throwing, I made the BF do that. He seemed to even enjoy it. Cost me $7.80 to rid myself of a TV that stopped working forever 18 months ago. That was made up of $7.50 to take the car into the dump, and 50 cents to dump the TV. But it was worth it, I never have to look at it again. But it still seems kind of wrong. Hence my inability to actually do the chucking into the pit.

As I write this, my room looks like someone has broken in and ransacked the place. And I have to sleep in there tonight. But it will be ok, I will just move the junk and clutter to another spot temporarily. I’ll come back to it and attack it in stages. Though I never quite seem to get to some of the drawers – there are just too many odd things in them, that I have no idea why I own or what to do with. But in my new fit of organisation I’ve decided I can do things like have a box for ‘odd things I own that I don’t know what to do with’. I’m cottoning on slowly to the concept of boxes. Boxes that can legitimately contain items that need to be preserved, as they might have some excellent future use or perhaps a sentimental value. I’ve always had boxes, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve used them ineffectively. But from now on my cataloging of my stuff will make any librarian proud.

Already I am feeling like a better person. In control, and organised. And it’s only going to get better. Stand by for much more to come.