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I Will Never Be a Professional Organizer

There are many things that I am, and that I will be. I am a wife, a kick-ass mother of two and an owner of a mini-zoo of various animals. I AM a writer (and hope I WILL BE one who makes a decent living from writing). I will (hopefully) be one of those grandparents that the grandkids LIKE visiting. Of all the things I can see myself POTENTIALLY being, there is one thing I will not be. Not ever. Not unless I accidentally step through some shimmery doorway into a Star Trek-esque alternate reality scenario.

I will never be a professional organizer. Heck, I will never even be a skilled amateur. Who am I kidding. I wake up every morning and consider it a good day if I can find my socks and my car keys. But that doesn't stop me from WANTING to be more organized.

I recently bought a book called "The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing". It's by a woman called Marie Kondo and I've heard good things about it. I haven't actually started READING it, mind you. Currently, its' whereabouts are believed to be in my bedside table drawer, buried under three fashion magazines from 2014, a shoe that the dogs may or may not have chewed and a rapidly growing collection of laser pointers that I use to distract my cats and lure them out from underneath my bed.

I plan to read it (once I find it). I even plan to follow the suggestions that she talks about. Some of my more domestically-inclined friends have been quite impressed by what Ms. Kondo has to say. I just need to find the time to do so and figure out where I want to begin tidying and organizing.

Maybe my bedside table would be a good starting point.

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