Some days I hate being a grown up. I would like nothing better than to play with my fabric, cut up a bunch and get some serious sewing done. But nooooooo!!! I need to behave myself and get some serious organizing done instead. Oh the injustice of it all.
I have been way too neglectful of my paperwork for close to a year now. I've got all sorts of manuals, registration forms (uh-oh), insurance statements, severance paperwork, mortgage changeover documents, home improvement receipts, you name it, in so many different places, stacked here and there. I hate when it's like this but it is always so much easier to just stack it in a pile. So now I have to organize them into proper files:
I've come to realize that I have four, yes FOUR, file boxes. Egad. Now I'm in a purging mode. Shred this. Toss that. I have another box in my closet of leftover Christmas cards from probably each of 10 years. Probably never gonna use them so tell me again why I saved them??
I found tax documents going back to 1996. Don't believe me?
Maybe YOU know why I've kept them. I think I'll be firing up the shredder tomorrow morning.
I've got divorce documents (1992) and their accompanying child support documents. My original mortgage documents from 1993 (I've refinanced twice) -- how long should I hang on to those?
And then there's my fire-proof box which contains things like my high school diploma, social security card, birth certificate and my ponytail cut off when I was eight years old. Wait....one of those things might not belong there.
I always hate doing this type of clean up but when I'm done I always feel much better. I think if I get a big garbage bag out and am cut-throat about it, I'll be much happier. I really don't like living with the piles here and there and I definitely know I'll sleep better when all the clutter is cut down to down and put in its place.