I recently ran across this — 10 Things Organized People Do Every Day.
Oh how I’d love to tell you that I knocked this one out of the park…
Not the case.
Let’s see how I compare. What about you? We can do this…right?
1) They plan each day the night before.
Mmm kay. I made a wicked attempt back in October. I had such aspirations. How am I doing with all that now? Yeah. I’m not. I’m not getting up and working out at 5:30; I’m not writing out my schedule the night before. What is the flippin’ problem? I think I set the bar entirely too high. Read more about how hard I tried back in October here, here, here, and here.
I believe it works, but I haven’t tweaked it for Vivi-ness. If self-help is gonna work, it must be personalized. I need to try scheduling out my day again the night before, but I think I’d have better results if I did the bare minimum — fill in what I HAVE to do and then keep the expectations LOW LOW LOW.
2) They have and keep only one to-do list.
Oh hell no. I just counted TEN sticky notes on my desk. How in God’s name do people keep ONE to-do list? Please, friends, enlighten me. Seriously, I think I need a spot for my to-do list and it needs to be my desk. Perhaps I should take a picture of it on my phone in case I lose the original. How, you might ask, does one LOSE a to-do list? Well, it happens. All the FUCKING time. ‘Tis the season to drop the F bomb.
3) They spend 30 minutes going through and addressing messages in their email inbox.
This is a biggie for me. I get so trapped with emails and Facebook messages and text messages and now Voxer. I’m in REACTIVE mode rather than PROACTIVE mode. I’m intercepting chaos and by the end of the day I feel emotionally drained, as if every hour of every day is spent doing one thing or another for Gil or the kids or one of my high-maintenance friends. Sad but true — I give a lot but I’m recognizing that I’m not being filled up, buttercup.
In the new year, I must put down the smartphone. Allot 30 minutes daily to check messages and not get caught up in the reactive cycle. I can do this, right?
4) They clear their desks of paper piles.
Oh my gosh. Y’all don’t even want to know. This isn’t just my desk. This is my house… my life. I don’t even know where to start. The desk could work. Please…tell this disorganized soul that it will work. I’m begging.
5) They have a morning routine and an evening ritual.
Seriously? No. And I want to fight it. I DO NOT WANT TO BE CONFINED TO A ROUTINE.
How’s that working’ for you? — asks Dr. Phil.
It’s not, you bald-headed shrink. Insert every cuss word in the book.
There is no routine. There is no ritual. Last night Gil and I sat on the couch and binge-watched Transparent on Amazon Prime. Have mercy, y’all. Just go get Amazon Prime right this second and please do yourself a favor and watch this. Thank you. Carry on. That’s a routine, right?
6) They spend 10 minutes at the end of the day tidying up.
Frankly, I feel like the majority of my day is spent picking up other people’s shit. I lost it on Piers before bed this evening — “WHAT IS IT ABOUT PUTTING YOUR SHOES ON THE SHOE SHELF AND DIRTY CLOTHES IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM OR CLOSET THAT SEEMS UNMANAGEABLE???!!!!!”
Y’all, I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve told, showed, accompanied said child to the proper spot with his mother-lovin’ laundry. Is it me? Is it him? I honestly just don’t believe that I lucked out and got a kid who can actually do this sort of thing without being reminded eight hundred million times. I think now might simply be the time to practice acceptance.
Yeah. Maybe I can try 10 minutes at the end of the day…
7) They put their clothing in the laundry bin.
I do this, but the other three members of my family do not. And that helpful suggestion about putting the laundry bin in a strange but convenient place — thus far in this household…that shit hasn’t worked.
Perhaps an extra 10 minutes to carry the filthy garments to the laundry room post-10-minute-cleanup is the ticket. We can do what feels impossible, right?
8) They never leave dishes in the sink.
I don’t think my sink has been empty since the Clinton administration. Enough said…
9) They make time for lunch.
Well, how nice. Today I had Lindt milk chocolate balls. And I must add…this is HORRIBLE for one’s mental health. I will do better.
10) They open up their mail.
Y’all, this is doable. I know it is. Typing this post has been somewhat liberating. I want to be an organized gal. Really I do.
How many of these do you do on a daily basis? Be honest. No judging from this girl. Love ya. Mean it. We’ll get through these holidays one way or the other, folks.
Again, here’s the original article.