the "IZE" post.

Alright so I admit it, I SUCK at being and staying organized. Its just not a thing that was encoded into my DNA. If I look at a table and it has a paper, a book, a CD, and maybe some sunglasses on it, I get overwhelmed. Where the hell am I supposed to put all those random things?! Usually, they end up going on another table, or bookshelf until I decide to try to look at them in a new light and figure out spots for them. Why does my brain not know how to look at several different things at once and know where to put each thing in it's rightful, individual spot?

 I REALLY wish I knew how to process things in a neat and orderly fashion, but my brain is a chaotic mess. I will start seventeen different projects at one time (I'm serious, last night I sat down and actually counted how many projects I've started in the last several months), yep SEVENTEEN, and not finish a single one of them. My enthusiasm in the beginning of a project is through the roof. I'm excited, I love life, I'm amazing, I love my house, I love my haircut, I love my pyjamas (kudos if you know who I am referring to). My optimizism is of no end. Until reality sets in and I realize that I'm trying to paint bedroom furniture, build a pantry, finish my basement, organize my mail/bills, catch up on all my laundry, learn portuguese, go through all the books I want to donate, oh and raise a human being. Then, I start to feel like I suck at everything and that I'll never amount to anything if I can't finish something.

For so long I've been trying to figure out the secret to being organized and I've come to realize, you either got it or you don't. Organization is effortless for some, neurotic for others, and a struggle for me. I have people in my life that organization is their "raison d'etre". Now, I don't want to be like that, the mere thought of that stresses me out. My disorganization doesn't overwhelm me to the point of insanity, but it does put a damper on my level of inner peace. I was googling the other day "ways to get organized", and you want to know what I came across? There are "professional organizers", what?! Really, these people come into your home, organize it for you, show you what they did and how they did it, and then I guess they leave? It would be awesome if they could stay forever and just organize your life for you, but unfortunately I suppose they have lives and families too. Seriously though, what a great idea for someone who is super organized, why not use it to make money? Now only if I could find a way to make money being DIS-organized, the only probable way would be to start a reality TV show......NEXT PROJECT?!

Anyways, I'm getting off track. How fitting that it's an un-organized post about disorganization. (Maybe THAT'S what irony is? Can anyone confirm or deny this?) After asking a few of my facebook friends how the hell they stay organized, I got a few good answers. First, don't start seventeen different projects at once, and second, prioritize. So I have started to do just that. I made a list of the projects I have already started, I prioritized them from most important to least important, and I have started on the first one, while putting all the others on the backburner until the first one is finished. Once I can accomplish this a few times I MAY start to try multi-tasking again. For the past two days I've been painting my bedroom furniture, a project I started last April. Please send me "non-distraction" vibes. The rest of my projects are going to have to wait. Well, other than the whole raising a human being, I can't really put that one aside unless that reality TV show really takes off and I can hire someone to be my personal organizer and nanny.

Until my next post,

Cheers.

ps. if you're wondering why I titled this the "IZE" post, its because after I finished writting it, I went to use the spellchek (so sue me) and it kept trying to correct all my "ize's" to "ise's" and there were LOTS of them. Organize, realize, prioritize. It doesn't know that I'm Canadian, not british, and this is the way we spell things.