I have only one project left on this list! I am really proud of myself for completing 26 of the 27 tasks in just two months. However, I've been realizing there is much more to go! It's amazing how moving forces you to really re-evaluate why you're keeping something. Some examples of what I've been sorting:
Even in creating a master list of organizing projects, I overlooked several areas. One spot I hadn't considered was my stash of gift wrapping supplies. I was shocked to discover that I had over 100 gift bags! I haven't purchased any of them, I just save them from holidays and had no idea there were so many. I sorted through each one, and am parting with half of them. It felt great to clear some out, remind myself of what I have, and categorize the remaining ones by size/occasion.
Another collection I hadn't dealt with: my tapes--as in audio cassettes. Remember those?! Although I had already pared them down at other points, I was once again surprised to learn the current quantity: 50! This time around, I kept only my true favorites--with no tape player in my car anymore, I really have little opportunity to listen to them. I gave several tapes one final play before pitching. One of the tapes I ran across was a mixed tape (oh, yeah!) that my friend Allison made me when we graduated from high school ELEVEN years ago. I couldn't bring myself to throw it away, so I mailed it off to her with a little note thanking her for all the memories!
The biggest on-going task is one I'm sure many of you can relate to: PAPER! My husband and I had sorted all of our files a couple years ago, and he recently went through our shared folders to clear out unneeded papers. I thought that whole project could be checked off the list, until I was faced with a file bin with my name on it. Inside the folders were tons of resources for teaching and for working with college students, two of the fields I worked in before becoming a stay-at-home mom. I felt a strange tug going through all these papers, trying once again to decide what to keep, and feeling that stage of my life slipping through my hands with each page placed in the recycle bin.
Those are just a few examples of everything I've been sorting--it seems like I'll never run out of things that need organizing. I do enjoy these kinds of projects, and I am so grateful for all God's blessed me with, but I can't ignore that there's a part of me that finds it somewhat sad that I have so much *stuff* that it can sometimes be a burden to me, and yet others have so little. Hard to know what to do with that, isn't it? It leaves me feeling a little out of sorts.