I'm naturally orderly and tidy. If I use something, I put it back where I found it. If I can't find something, I go to the last place I used it and widen the search from there.
David and the rest of the family... not so much. I learned a long time ago that if I wanted to preserve any sanity, I had to let go of my need for orderliness.
But sometimes it seems I've let my standards get too lax. At least to me.
Every so often, David and I both get fed up with something, clutter maybe or something stored in an inconvenient location.
My solution is to think on it, figure out a solution, wait a while, think some more, then implement the solution (throw out the clutter or store it or rearrange something to make room).
David's solution: throw it all in a box, label it "Miscellaneous" and stick it in the garage or barn.
Just kidding. He wouldn't label it.
I moved every few years while growing up and the first fifteen years of marriage. That tends to keep the clutter down. We've been in our current home seventeen years, the longest I've ever lived in one place. And the closets and cupboards reflect it.
Books are my current problem. I've come to terms letting go of a few favorites. I used to love to reread special books, but I don't have the time for that luxury anymore. There's always a book to be read, a movie to be watched, an email to be answered. Keeping up on new reading is all I can manage.
On to whittling down the stacks.
Today I prayed for: Sandy, Amber, Alyson, and George.
Currently Reading: Lost in a Good Book by Jasper Fforde
Last movie: Becoming Jane
Last meal: Brown rice pasta with pesto. Would have been fabulous if fresh. Left over: not so much.