Also known as “I’m determined to be more organized so I bought another weekly planner and I’m dragging out my huge pile of assorted color pens plus these awesome highlighters I bought with said planner.”
Every year (sometimes at least once every month) I make some crazy attempt to get my shit together. I buy a package of colored pens, a notebook or two to keep my thoughts in line, folders to keep my papers neat and organized or some cool desk organizer that I think will radically change my way of doing things in my home office.
And then…all hell breaks loose.
The colored pens stay in the pen holder. The files get tossed aside. The notebooks are buried somewhere in the closet or littered around the apartment. That awesome desk organizer turns into a heaping pile of “I have no clue what the fuck this is.”
I have good intentions. Really, I do. It’s just…I’ve never been the organize and plan type. With a mostly boring schedule and not a lot going on most days, there’s usually no need for a calendar. I can remember every appointment coming up, every assignment due three weeks from the day it was announced. I remember birthdays and anniversaries.
But there’s always this nagging feeling that I need to be more organized. I need a place to jot down every appointment and class assignment. I’m not a spring chicken. There will come a day where not being organized, not mentally training myself to be organized will bite me in the ass.
As such, I make an attempt every year. It’s possible I’m being a complete dumbass for even trying but I do feel it’s important for me to get my shit together, no matter how many failed attempts and false starts there have been.
Call it craziness. Call it personal growth. My husband calls it tenacity. When he said that I looked at him with one eyebrow raised thinking, “Umm, what?” He saw the confusion in my face and said, “Well you keep going at it.” Damn it. I hate it when he’s right. Dude knows me a bit too well sometimes.
So, here I go again (probably on my own but…oh, nevermind. Pay no attention to my 80s music reference) attempting to get my shit together. Odds are my weekly planner will start collecting dust and cat hair in a matter of weeks but I will make a better effort this time. I promise.
Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go clean my desk. Apparently a tornado blew through it last night while I was sleeping. Happens way too often around here. *sigh*