Do either of these look familiar to you? Oh what I'd give to know the bliss of neatness! Organization is like a foreign language to some of us. What to throw out? Oh, what to discard? Last night as I went through my purse, I piled the "keepers" on one side of the counter and the "maybe throw it out stuff" next to it.
Sad to say, aside from the bank cards, the lipstick tube and the change, both piles looked pretty much the same...
Scraps of papers with phone numbers, bill receipts, wilted band aids, a few pens that might work, moisturizer in a little tube, more scraps of paper with phone numbers and names of people I can't remember but better to hang onto-what a sad little display of my inner disorganized brain.
Even scarier? People who are too neat frighten me. If the wallet keeps the skeletal remains of a man's life and looking into that chasm of organized neatness tells me -here is a real possibility of minimal emotional response.
Meaning, if the man's wallet is so neat as to leave little to tell me about his life-it may be that is all there is to him-ditto for a woman.
Yes, I am organizationally challenged-but only where others can't see it.
I still know what appropriate behavior is called for to impress the sane and the organized.
Sigh. It's just never going to me...
