After several months of organizing at breakneck speed, any progress I'e made in the last couple months seems pretty neglible. And yet: purusing my Organization Book earlier today, I realized I really didn't do half-bad in December. While mostly I was in maintenance mode, I did manage to accomplish one larger project, which was to organize the magnetic boards that hold my office supplies. I also did at least a little work--digging through accumulated papers--forever my organizational Achilles Heel--12 days last month.
Ever since I started first started organizing in earnest, I've found it useful to document my progress. I like to use blank books, which come in an endless supply of shapes, sizes, colors, and designs, to keep a casual record of projects completed and milestones met. It's a good place to take stock, write goals, and paste in before-and-after pictures, as well as to record any progress made. Because the goals of such a book are to encourage and to celebrate, I don't have rules for what to write, or when. I don't capture everything I do, and that's fine; it's not an official log, after all. In other words, it's not a chore but a reward, a fun place to doodle, make notes, scan through, and plan whatever I happen to dream up.
I started my first Organization Book almost by chance: I'd found a blank book with a wonderful quote by Thoreau that spoke directly to the hopes I had for myself and my life, that I just had to buy it and, once bought, find a good use for it. After six years, I'm now on my third Organization Book, but I still keep the first one displayed on the bookcase, where I can see it and be reminded of its message.