Organizing

Very, very slowly, but very, very surely I am getting more organized. Some might argue that they think I am pretty organized already. To some I am, to me, not so much. I will finally feel organized when there is truly a place for everything and everything is in said place. It seems a constant battle. It doesn't help that I've had to adapt these past 34 years to Pat's rat-pack ways, and our children's who have inherited that trait from him. Some have grown out of it, one never owned it. (I love them all, just the same, but it has been an adjustment) So, little by little, day by day, I am tackling my disorganization. When I have completed one project it's time to move on to the next! And when I complete each project I declare what I just organized 'happy'. I don't actually say, "I declare you happy!" No, it's just an inward, sometimes spoken...'you look happy now.' Because as those who know me best know that when some inanimate object is clean/organized to me it instantly becomes happy. I guess what I am really feeling is happiness in me - because I am grateful for organization.