After living a life being labeled “disorganized” by my parents, I’ve reached the conclusion that it’s been wrong; I’m hyper-organized, just not visually. My desk will be a complete mess, but I can give you my February 2003 bank statement without having to rummage. I haven’t done dishes in a few days, and I’m pretty sure there is mold growing somewhere in the gigantic pile by the sink, but can maintain the paperwork for the two out-of-state properties we own. I don’t bounce checks, I’m not late on payments and I haven’t overmaxed a credit card in my life. That’s pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.
I got some great suggestions for managing the house, but I haven’t implemented them yet. I will… soon! In the meantime, I’ll continue to be proud of my filing cabient, and ignore my spice rack, which is not even remtoely close to alphabetical (it’s supposed to be, right?)
