I get bursts of time and/or energy and often try to organize my life.  Whether it is rearranging my clothes drawers, cleaning and sorting toys, or finding homes for the miscellaneous pieces of my life, I like the sense of accomplishment.

I am always so proud of myself for my new hiding spots for things thinking, “This is great!  The _______ (fill in the blank) has been sitting on the ______ (fill in the blank) for weeks now and it finally has a place of its own.”

This is great until I need to find that thing and that new perfect location is a totally mystery to me!  This has been happening a lot lately and it is driving me insane.  Maybe the unorganized clutter that you look at everyday is actually a better storage/retrieval system than trying to find a box/drawer/closet for your stuff and spending hours treasure hunting to find it!