Busy Brain Part 2

I promised something to the ladies of a group I’m in these days about how to manage a busy brain and a busy home.

Now, we don’t like the term “clutter!” Because it has so many negative connotations. But everyone has stuff that gathers around their home waiting for someone to decide what is its destiny, where it needs to go and how it should best get there.

When you have limited spaces, disabilities and limited ability to get out and about it’s made all the more difficult.

In a safe space, as this group has become, I share this information. I have processes to things that come into my home.

Mail is opened. It sits on my couch, my work area until I process it. Appointments are added to my diary. Post-it notes are added to letters, bright colours with dates/Day/Times. Letters put in my “Out-tray” area and my “Out Tray” is officially a three-tiered trolley on wheels where I put my bag for when I go out.

Under the top shelf items are briefly stored or built up until I go places where I can donate things. Like batteries to be recycled. (Aldi) Or printer ink cartridges. (Officeworks!) Generally keep the ink cartridge box there to, so I take it with me for a refill.

I find I am constantly building networks all the time, so I put people and things together to help me solve not just my problem but others around me.

Everyone complains they can’t dispose of their XYZ, old printer or mattress or something.
Previously mentioned Frank was to take my mattress to the tip. I was even going to go with him, so he didn’t get tempted to dump it next to someone else’s hard rubbish to save me money.

He looked at my old mattress and while I’d bought a brand-new mattress so I could get rid of my 20-year-old mattress he knew people that were sleeping on old, wet, mouldy mattresses. Not even springs were sticking out of my old mattress. I’m just saying we all need a Frank in our lives.

Also, What? You don’t know if his name really is Frank? It might be Fred. You should all know by now.