I am a perpetual organizer. I am always organizing, reorganizing, and sorting. My husband likes to joke that I can’t clean a room without totally redoing the entire space. He dreads the words “I need your help cleaning this weekend” because he knows it means he’ll spend his Saturday standing around waiting for me to need him to move furniture or haul boxes. I get sick of the stuff. I get sick of the piles. I’ll spend too much money buying the newest organizing tool or tub or drawer only to have it not work for me.
The problem is me. I like to have my stuff near me. I like to have it out where I can see it. It can be labeled and stacked in an organized fashion (in my mind) but to have it nicely tucked away pretty much guarantees it will sit there untouched for years. As much as I want to go sew right now I won’t because by the time I get the stuff out someone will need me (and by need me I mean referee a fight or fix some food). If I keep our school/craft supplies put away in little cubbies then no one else will be able to find it when they need it. Not that I don’t mark and label the entire bookshelf it’s just that they can’t see or read (even my husband suffers from this disorder). Never have I seen a group of people who suffer so horribly from selective vision!
Oddly, I am comforted by my piles and my stacks. I’m not quite a hoarder, as I do desire the ability to walk through my house, but I do enjoy being able to see my stuff, to keep it handy.
Do you find organizing a challenge? Do you find the maintenance part difficult?
I’m wondering if all this time I’m devoting to trying to become more organized might just be going too much against the grain of who I am and what my personality needs. I know where everything is, even if no one else does.
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