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Day 13 of DE-JUNK-A-THON-Right Where I Am


What's right in front of me, has become my motto in this de-junking marathon of mine.

 Today, it is about de-junking and organizing WITHIN my daily routine and space. 

1.  Within What I'm Already Doing!
 
Binder Bashing!  I create and carry binders for classes that I teach.  These binders have paper protectors and dividers.  This way I carry the copies, agendas and resources for the class within the binder.  Great idea!  Right?

 It is a good idea and very helpful.  However, after the class and in the rush of moving to the next location, I shove everything haphazardly into the binder instead of back where it goes.  So today's de-clutter is organizing the binder issue.  I pulled them out and put it back together.  I typed "what I've needed to type" and replaced it.

 Throwing Frenzy.  My Mother-in-Law, whom I adore, said to throw five things away a day.  O.k. I can do the throw five things away.    I have decided to throw five things away in every area of my life every day during this de-junk-a-thon!  Here is my plan.  I made a list of places I am in and out of.  Here is where the junk of my life collects.  

During the day, in these places...I can't leave until I throw.

 Bedroom
Kitchen/Dining Room
Car
Desk
Bags
Church
Living Room/Mail

2.  My Computer and Carry Bags

 If you have not guessed it...my life exist on the run.  My computer bag and other "bags" I carry become overwhelming.  Today I created two folders.  One for "home" work and the other for the "work" work.  I took a blank envelope and placed in the bag to collect the receipts. 

 3.  Email and Forget It  My email and messaging on the phone and computer have taken me hostage.  I need liberated.  I honestly do not know where to begin.    That is a subject for another day!

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