Firstly I have never been organised, but now I really feel more than ever I need to be.
At the moment if I said I seem to be juggling at least 10 balls ( balls = important things that need attention) I would be underestimating by quite a long shot. With that in mind you can see why organisation could be a bit helpful in my life.
Today for example I wasted a good 45 minutes looking for something. How often do we (oh please don’t let me feel I am the only one!) do that? How often have I thought I am not going to do that again, e.g put something in a strange and bizarre place and forget it and have I learnt? Well quite frankly no, the thing is do I just accept that this is me or do I try so hard to organise myself. Or would I then not be me?
You see my brain is a scramble and though I have ticked a good few jobs off the list this morning, especially the ones that loom over your head like a black cloud I still have several scraps of paper dotted around the house with things I need to do, get and think about.
I have several note books on the go also with jobs, idea’s, things to do for me. One note book is not enough, but here is the worse thing the note books have no order of contents they are just note books with a mix of different things in.
My sister will be reading this head in hands because she is organised and I mean organised. Where as me, well when they gave out that genes she got it all !!! Actually yes deep breathe lets think of it like that. Being disorganised is part of my genetic make-up, now if I think of it like that it seems so much better.
See how good is blogging, I have solved my own problem on a page.
Yes I am genetically disorganised but somehow I can wing it to look organised enough to the outside world so please don’t let on will you.
Right off to jot a few more things down, now where did I put that note book!