For a part of my life I was a bookkeeper.
I really do like paper.
I like it organized and labeled.
I like order.
This isn't order.
This is complete chaos.
Where does it come from and what does one do with it all?
After spending hours in a corner of my bedroom yesterday,
it is organized. It is filed. It is packed away in a a box if it needs to be.
I wonder where my 2010 income tax return is, I couldn't find that one!
Somewhere safe ... I'm sure.
CT scans, MRIs, xrays.
I think there may be serious advantages to parking your life in one spot and leaving it there, although then again ....
In another part of my closet (who needs room for clothes anyway?) I have stored another box.
One of those cute ones you can find at Ross, JoAnns or wherever.
It has been with me for a while.
Had I thought of it, I would have started one when we first got married.
It came to me empty.
This box has gotten quite full over the years.
It holds cards and letters I've recieved.
Some are from my children.
Some are from my friends.
There are postcards from my traveling parents.
Some I have added dates to.
Many are in the envelopes they arrived in.