When forced to make a move, to upgrade, fulfill your life’s dream of a house, condo, boat, treehouse, with or without the white picket fence…you must process your stuff.
All the stuff.
From the paperclip collection, to the rag bag, recesses of the closets, top shelf of the pantry, under the bed storage, rafters in the garage, under the stairwell, off-season clothes bins, and deceased pet collars, leashes, license and id tags, ashes, and photos.
Wow, an unruly project that leads to many a Put-Off Day, until you are pushed up against the wall with the Movers Are Coming Date on the calendar. What to toss, what to keep, what to donate, sell, give back to the kids, recycle, repurpose, shuffle to another part of the house ‘cause you can’t decide.
Collections are one of the most tedious projects. The agony of giving up something you painstakingly attracted all those years. You coveted these precious objects, praised this cargo, and adored it for years.
Everyone you knew could count on purchasing something unique for your collection. Each anniversary of your birth, Father’s/Mother’s Day, Graduation, wedding, Ground Hog Day, you got yet another piece for the Gathering. You’d even forgotten just how many items you had.
Until today, when you are dusting them off, soaking in the detail of them, wondering where the hell you will put them in the new, tiny space you’ll call home.
It’s a dilemma.
By the Grace of God, there’s Sorted Affairs!
I can help you, honest!
With the time-consuming jobs of moving an office and organizing it, to monstrous moves that turn your hair prematurely gray. I’m here to hold your hand (in the few moments mine are not sorting, organizing, processing your precious cargo.)
Call me, I'll be there soon.
Why wait until the situation makes you into a Maniacal Mess?
I understand, You Are Not Your Circumstances.
See you soon!
Paula
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