Somehow disorganization breeds disorganization. At least for me. When I was working my cubicle was always well organized--desk drawers and all. In fact, if I had several things going I would stop periodically during the day to straighten up and sort out or it would affect my thinking ability.
Home--that's a different matter. For one thing, I only had a cubicle full at work, and a drawer in another area. Here I have a whole apartment's worth. The only thing that saves me is what my family has always described as "being ruthless". When we moved I would tell the kids to go through their own rooms and dispose of stuff. "Be ruthless!" And they were, and I was, and it felt SO GOOD when it was done. I remember that feeling, even as I'm not practicing it, and it keeps me from being entirely mired.
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Date: 2005-02-20 09:01 pm (UTC)From:When I was working my cubicle was always well organized--desk drawers and all. In fact, if I had several things going I would stop periodically during the day to straighten up and sort out or it would affect my thinking ability.
Home--that's a different matter. For one thing, I only had a cubicle full at work, and a drawer in another area. Here I have a whole apartment's worth. The only thing that saves me is what my family has always described as "being ruthless". When we moved I would tell the kids to go through their own rooms and dispose of stuff. "Be ruthless!" And they were, and I was, and it felt SO GOOD when it was done. I remember that feeling, even as I'm not practicing it, and it keeps me from being entirely mired.