It is over cast here this morning. Misting Rain. When I got up, a box was sitting by my bed, doing nothing but containing papers, papers and more papers. Of course, I started sorting. That isn’t the first thing I usually do.
That is one of the things that happens when you are planning to move to a little house. All of the cobwebs, preconceived ideas, plans and actions of the past have to be cleared. You will find the little notes and papers you have saved over the years have multiplied. Honestly, for me it seems they procreated!
Decisions, decisions, decisions. Each piece of paper was kept for a reason. Now, in this box I find tax information from 1993, a letter from Vic who has been deceased for years, a picture from my first marriage. Don’t feel disgust.
I bet if you went through your things, you would feel the same muddled feelings I do! So, The box has now become two boxes. One box is to keep.
One box contains papers to go to Staples and be shredded. Note to self: Carefully choose what may be important 1 year from now. Not important? Discard.
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