I have an incredibly half-written, long-winded post/rant about not feeling organized and explaining why things in my house (life?) don’t match. And then I came across this picture of Audrey:
Obviously she can’t dress herself and there’s a lot going on with that outfit, but I found it a fitting metaphor for how I’m feeling. Although I’d probably use a label maker to organize my things, I care much more about living a simple life, with less stuff, than having everything ‘organized’ in matching bins. Barry and I were once told that we ‘over-donate’ things and it’s true. We constantly are dropping things off at the thrift stores near our house, but we’re also walking through to pick up new-to-us stuff just as often. We’re in constant flux and sometimes, when I compare myself to other people, in this case a blog on organization, I tend to be a Debbie Downer.
I tend vacillate between wanting to have a crafty corner with all my wrapping paper and ribbon perfectly displayed and living on the road in an RV looking out on the water with not a roll of wrapping paper or ribbon in sight. My way of compromising this conflict right now is the small container of wrapping paper and ribbon in my garage and some fake-camping trips making promises from my calendar.
We are organized in our own way. Clothing bins, camping bins, seasonal crap bins, blah, blah, blah. I accidentally went into a black hole (aren’t those fake now?) via the internet and got a bee in my bonnet about things I could be doing better or am not doing good enough and it felt really horrible. It’s true. I like order or, more specifically, organized chaos. When things are too neat, or too perfectly perfect, I feel out of place. At first I thought that I just can’t win…too messy or too organized. What’s the middle ground? I guess I’m the middle ground, along with the little hush puppies that are my children.
