For those of you who don’t know me very well yet, let me tell you a bit about myself. I can appear to be full of contradictions.
I am, for instance:
- Untidy but organized;
- Calm yet intense;
- An avid procrastinator and and equally big perfectionist
When I was a child (and a teen…and a young adult still living at my parents’ house), the state of my room would drive my mom nuts. Like seriously nuts. I still remember one instance in which my room was so untidy that even my dad came downstairs to help me regain control over it. Eventually, my mom decided that in order to save her own sanity, she’d ask me to keep the door to my room closed.
But you know what? I could find anything in my room. It was an organized mess. My mom once told me that she had trouble organizing her thoughts if the physical things around her weren’t in order. In my case, I had to organize what ever was going on in my head to be able to organize the things around me. Since I can be kind of intense and get into a whole bunch of projects at once, it would take quite a bit of time before my head was organized enough to be able to tackle my room.
I’ve never had trouble living in an untidy environment. If you were to come into my house without previously announcing your visit, you’d probably wonder how I can find anything (or walk around without stepping on any toys, or sit on the couch without sitting on any clothes, or, or, or…).
I’ve always been able to totally chill even if there were some dirty dishes (or clean ones that had to be put away). I’ve never had a problem with seeing loads of clean laundry sitting in the hamper, waiting to be folded and put away. Floors needed to be swept (or vacuumed, or mopped)? Bah! It can wait. Table needed to be wiped down? Meh, I’ll take care of it later. Bed not made? Who cares, I’m going to sleep in it tonight anyways! Clothes littering the floor (right beside the hamper, I might add)? Not a problem, I mean, I’m going to pile them on the floor on Saturday to wash them anyways.
You get the picture, right?
But you see, lately, I’ve come to realize that I’m not as zen in an untidy environment as I used to. I’m feeling myself being slowly but surely pulled towards needing my immediate environment to be tidy in order to function better. I realized that this change has kind of creeped up on me since having my first child. I mean, it’s not just me that I have to organize now, I need to organize my days with the kids as well.
But, you know, I think I’ve found a solution and I’m going to share it with you…in part 2.
Are you a tidy person or do you live in an organized mess? Have you always been that way?