Alien abduction

Bits of paper

Get ready.  Here I go again - whingeing and moaning. 

If there’s anyone still out there reading this blog, I can only apologise.  But then it’s my blog, innit?  And if I want to complain, I’m allowed to.

My frustration today is with STUFF.  The amount of stuff I have.  And I have tons of it. 

Yes, I know I already mentioned this a couple of posts back … but I really do have SO MUCH STUFF.  I feel like I have much more than other people. 

When I say stuff, I mean bits of paper.  Bank stuff, teaching resources, things acquired at long-forgotten SLT courses, university notes, letters, photos, souvenirs, important documents.  The list goes on and on …  And it all resides in dozens of bags and boxes … mainly all shoved in in a pretty random manner.

Thinking about it all gives me a real feeling of uneasiness.  I want to sort it all out.  Organise it.  Throw stuff away … and  I do try! 

I am constantly trying to take control, but never seem to manage it.  No time.  So much to sort.  Maybe my standards are too high?  

Having it organised would massively improve the quality of my life.  I would be able to find things.  I could tick it off my mental ’to-do’ list. 

Should I be ruthless and chuck everything non-essential away?    What is ‘non-essential’, though?

Should I keep my uni notes?  Or scan them (a mammoth task)?

Am I the only one who feels as if they are being controlled by a mass of papers?  Or am I just being a complete nut-job and getting this completely out of proportion? 

Maybe everyone else  lives underneath a mountain of papers and files, and just learns to accept the chaos.