I have noticed some unexpected benefits of my new organizing ways. First, it seems to take less time to clean the house. I used to waste a lot of time moving piles of papers and books from one place to another. I am still far from done with the downsizing, but the living areas are actually pretty pleasant at this point. I've made rules for my husband (and me) about how long mail and other papers can sit in a spot before they have to be put somewhere else. It makes me realize how much negative energy I felt just looking at all of the clutter!
I saved the best benefit for last. I have become more organized in every area of my life as a result of getting rid of stuff and rearranging other stuff. I am on time a lot more than I was a year ago, my clothes get ironed or mended quicker than they did. I think it was a real mental strain to live that way! I am beginning to see the correlation of all types of "order." Is it any wonder that mental illness is defined in terms of "disorders?"
After 25 years in a family home, thinking of preparing this unconventional 10 room, 2 bath house to sell in hopes of finding a smaller, more picturesque home.
Intro
I entered middle age a few years ago...okay, a little more than a few. Our daughters are 28 and 26. After they left, I cautiously redecorated their bedrooms. I did the usual, donated "Lucky" brand jeans (left from 3rd grade) and stuffed animals to a local thrift store. Next, I threw away countless plastic bags from "The Gap" and other retailers. Some of them included various amounts of change, which of course I took as my housekeeping fee. Every $6.40 helps!
I slowly bought new furniture items that I liked - a futon and frame, small roll-top desk, area rugs and lamps. One room was starting to resemble my new "office" which would double as a guest room when necessary. One morning as I was getting ready to leave for work, I heard (and felt) a very large boom-crash. I cautiously walked upstairs to find the dust clearing and about half of the ceiling of my new room on the floor. Ah, the joys of owning an antique house...
I slowly bought new furniture items that I liked - a futon and frame, small roll-top desk, area rugs and lamps. One room was starting to resemble my new "office" which would double as a guest room when necessary. One morning as I was getting ready to leave for work, I heard (and felt) a very large boom-crash. I cautiously walked upstairs to find the dust clearing and about half of the ceiling of my new room on the floor. Ah, the joys of owning an antique house...
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