Just be yourself...a realization of sorts

I have sat down and read the organizing book and have really been trying to come up with the next post in that series. I have a problem. I cannot find it in my heart to write about organizing. That isn't me. I am not a super organized person and to be dreadfully honest I probably never will be. I want to just write. Like before, I just want to write what comes to mind when it comes to mind. I don't know what made me think that I could right about one subject over and over and over. Everything about me and my life is random, crazy, busy and a bit chaotic. But I am happy living this life. I have a fabulous family and so many great friends and life is good. I'm not saying I am stopping the book about organizing. I'm not. I am still gonna work my way through it and I still hope that Jody will still meet for lunch once a week or come to the house so we can discuss the section of the book we are on at that time. I will finish the book. And in the long run my home and life will benefit from it. But I am not and will not ever be the kind of organized that women with "organizing blogs" are. It isn't me.

So here it is all set out there. I have some stories that have been swarming around in my head as well as projects I have been working on. I haven't posted them because I was worried that if the new post wasn't an organizing post then no one would read, but really how many people were reading along with those posts anyway. It really just felt like a road block that was keeping me from writing them here. I hope to get you some stuff to read real soon so check back often.

Thanks for reading

Have a fantastic week!

always

tammyc

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