I have none. I’m working on it.
Mostly, I’m working on establishing schedules and deadlines for myself instead of letting crap pile up, but I’m also trying to really work on my budget (especially food) so I can pay down debt enough to actually apply/do that graduate program I have been thinking about for years, and trust myself to, y’know, make deadlines and such and not waste my money on another half-ass degree.
A girl can dream, right?
Perhaps too much, hence my only learning how to be organized/responsible at the lofty age of 36.
It’s not just you, I swear. Every time I feel like I’ve finally gotten a handle on the clutter in my house, I look up and find that I have no counter space left from all the empty mason jars and beer/wine bottles we need to take downstairs/in for deposit; the piles of clothing to be donated; the closets that somehow need a complete re-org just months after I did it last; the kitchen cupboards that are cluttered beyond recognition and filled with things I haven’t used in YEARS. My house is making me insane, but the onset of darker days means I sit on the couch instead and re-check the same six blogs, paralyzed with inertia. Must. Do. Something.