Seriously. I’m a tidy lady; very aware of myself and of my surroundings and yet, WHAM! My desk is an utter mess – an absolute blunder of chaotic papers. I just don’t understand. I know last week was a very productive week, but is this my punishment . . . or is this my oversight? In my focusness [that’s a word, right?], I allowed yours truly to abandon my usual zealous lists and afford my attentions to more decisive tasks. My experiment inflicted a dumping ground onto my little office nook.
“Whenever we give up, leave behind, and forget too much, there is always the danger that the things we have neglected will return with added force.” – Carl Jung
I might need to be okay with it, though. [What’d she say?] Honestly. If I can learn to keep my O.C.D. in check and allow a mess now and then, could I get more stuff done? Hmmm. I mean I DO recognize I cannot do everything [even though I want to]. Is this the curse of being a woman . . . or is this how mankind feels in general? I always have the urge I’m not doing enough but still find myself busy each day. Maybe I can embrace the good with the bad, and in the end, be happier about my accomplishments??? [Oy vey!] Shit, disorganization isn’t the end of the world, BUT it does cause my environment such heartache.