*warning! vent post ahead! a disorganized throw up of my feelings & thoughts*
As I'm looking for items to reorganize my life with, things that I used once on a daily basis e.g. my college study book, my block format for my weekly schedule, my calendar, I am finding evidence of my once organized state. Neatly organized drawers, with books lined up just so. Things exactly as I remember them a year ago when I took the time to figure out what I was doing. As I am going through things I remember putting things there, putting them here. Now for the life of me, I cannot remember WHERE I put anything!! I just spent three hours going through my garages, closets, laundry room, and storage room (and getting distracted for an hour, by the way, for a lost dog and his mommy), and the book I was looking for was RIGHT WHERE I HAD PUT IT A YEAR AGO. In a drawer in my desk. The same place I looked for it originally today, but am so CONVINCED I am so utterly disorganized at this point that nothing will be where I think it is. Turns out it is.
I seriously dislike feeling this way, but am being way too damn stubborn in wanting to take the time to fix it. I feel like it took me four years before, but did it? Really? Did it? Turns out last time it took a year. But you know what? I really don't want to give a year to my house anymore. It's sucked so much from me by being a small place where I have to climb a buttload of stairs walking in and out of it, or even to my garage, a place where I can't leave too much out on my deck, or let my kids play too loud, or fight with my husband without worrying about somebody ELSE that I don't want to give it another damn iota of my energy.