Howdy howdy from the South. I’m feeling like a warm, warm baked potato down here at the blogger convention. (It’s fabulous!)
Martin claims he is not turning the tire house into a bachelor pad… well any more than it already is. I’m a little suspicious, though. He just got some new “school books” on Tuesday night. But I’m no dummy.
I have this basket. It’s supposed to be a really empty inbox that demonstrates how on top of everything I am because guess what – I took these pictures last night after I finished filing. Yeah. After.
You can see the problem. I’m dong working, but my basket’s not empty. Call me a glass half-empty gal on this one because I’m pretty sure… yep… it’s not even half empty. Ever. So much for being a filer. This photo is all about being a PILER.
In case you’re wondering, yes. I am going for New Year’s Resolution brownie points. I spent a chunk of the holiday break filing papers and all those totally yawn-worthy tasks so we’ll be ready to roll for a year of organized living. Yippy yippy.
First up, remember how my desk used to look? Everything was super simple.
The view was amazing.
2011 is for organizing a beautiful life.
Yes there are papers to be filed and a small stack ready for the thrift shop. There’s also so much more – like being open to opportunities that come through the year, bettering the people we are becoming, and celebrating moments. This year, I want to be more open to all these things. How about you?
The idea of an organized life has already sparked new things at our home. We’re figuring our our new roles in our home and community. We’re actually attempting to have our taxes ready before, oh, the last minute. And finally, I am going to learn to sew a zipper and patch the hole in Martin’s winter coat.
I found the secret to a happier morning! Okay, it’s not exactly revolutionary. Yet it has completely transformed my entire day. It’s like I’m getting up on the right side of the bed every time. You ready? Lean in for this one…
The kitchen gets cleaned before bed.
That’s it. Dirty dishes get put away. Pots get scrubbed. Counters and sink are wiped down.
I don’t know the secret to a perfectly happy life. I am discovering quite a bit about how to create a happier life. That’s what this list is all about. Please chime in with some of your thoughts.
The deep-in-the-heart truth is that less of so many angers and more of the happy and love-filled moments is all it takes to create a good life.
This is my list.
I’m an American splitting life between a 480 square foot apartment in Berlin, Germany and – get this – a house made of old tires in the Rocky Mtns.
This blog chronicles the journey of Making This Home.Meet Katie.
