I've been sorting paper for two days.
Other people's stuff that somehow ends up here.
Articles and things I've printed from online sites, thinking I'll do something with them.
What's funny about this is I religiously toss junk mail, usually without opening it. So what's here is stuff I kept on purpose. How does that happen?
I try hard to keep up with the media mountains, but I feel like I'm fighting a battle against an opponent with unlimited ammunition. I develop filing systems and feel very efficient until the files fill up and flow over. I do electronic filing, and if it wasn't for that I would never be found in the paper blitz.
I won't even talk about books. The ones stacked every place I look--except the kitchen. Only cookbooks in there. At the moment. It could change when my back is turned.
After two days of sorting, filing and tossing, the piles are gone and things look, well, neat. Mostly. For today. Tomorrow's mail will being more matter into the house, and more decisions will need to be made about what to do with it all.
But for now, there are some clear spaces on my desk, and that feels pretty good.