Oh we're confessing things, are we?
I'll go first.
My name is Jessica and I am messy. Not dirty, mind you--there is a very big difference between the two and I just want to be clear that I am certainly the former and not at all the latter.
I mean, really, I shower like every other day.
Or at least every three days.
But truly, you know how you have that unspoken to-do list that's always hanging around in the back of your mind whether it's really welcome or not? And whether you actually do it or not?
Well right up there with visiting the OBGYN, actually making sure that I have indeed read every book of the Bible in its entirety, and getting my husband to finally buy his brothers' their respective Christmas presents (though, to my knowledge, they still owe us ours, so perhaps by March it should just be judicially declared a wash), is the never-ending quest to become An Organized Person.
To proudly take my place next next to the type-A people of the world who, rather than having their accordion type filer shoved into the corner of the office, successfully keeping one square of the carpet clean and that's about it, actually have it labeled and filled with neatly stashed receipts and bills and pay stubs and coupons and copious notes on Smart Couples Finish Rich.
Rather than just reading the first couple of chapters over and over again because, inevitably, something like the Twilight series makes an appearance in your life and then you forget about being smart or a couple or the prospect of finishing rich--or finishing anything at all other than Twilight, for that matter--and so you lose your place and months later, after you've read everything you could about Edward and Bella, you remember that you did at one point want to be smart, that you are certainly part of a couple, and oh yeah--how was it again you were supposed to finish rich?
Um, not that anything like that has ever been part of my experience.
But, anyway, I dream of being organized.
Of not having a bed that looks like this:
Or a bedroom that looks like this:
Or an office that looks like this:
Although I do like the look of our cats in all those places, I do not like how they are surrounded in a disorganized mess...
So, I started doing something to help. Instead of keeping my receipts in the bottom of my purse or just sloshing around in either of my suitcases or my trunk, I now have a small plastic ziplock bag that I put them in.
When the bag gets full, I will start a new one.
I thought this was at least a stab at organization, which for me, is progress.
And I need to confess one more thing; before you go thinking I am an innovative genius, the plastic bag idea was my friend, Stephanie's.
But for me actually doing it? Yes, you can certainly think I am an innovative genius.
So, you wanna share any tips on how you manage to keep your life organized?