The World As I Knew It - On Being Organized
Today is my husband’s birthday – a date he shares with Sylvia Plath and Dylan Thomas, which is interesting for me, but maybe a little depressing to actually have that birthday. Anyway, I stuck his present, a book (of course it was a book) out of the way so he wouldn’t stumble across it while I was gone for the weekend. I tucked it under a tiny stack of clothes on a chair, but things being what they are, the tiny stack turned into a huge pile and I couldn’t remember where I put the thing. Finally I found it out of sheer randomness and process of elimination, but the experience reminded me once again that I really have to become an organized person.
I have never actually been organized. I have tried from time to time. I set my watch ahead so I can trick myself into being prompt, which worked fairly well at first, but now I subconsciously calculate my added minutes and still manage to not be places on time. I have a Garmin with a calming voice to direct me to unfamiliar locations, and I am even a little obsessive about writing things in the day planner my daughter gave me. I don’t actually do most of the things I write optimistically on the designated lines, but the items are checked or, often, not checked or arrowed or half checked so I can keep track of my organizational strides or shortcomings.
My Sylvia Plath’s birthday husband once told me in a tirade that it wasn’t fair at all that despite his extreme precision and attention to detail and my totally half-assed, B-Type personality traits we both managed to accomplish things in more or less the same amount of time. Nonetheless, with deadlines to meet, tweets to tweet and all the other parts of life to deal with – the pile of clothes covering the birthday present, for one– I am working hard on becoming organized. Any thoughts are welcome!