The battle for order
It hits me about this time every year. I look around and see piles here and there. I see bits and pieces that have no place to go. It drives me nuts! I'm not a clean freak, I'm an organizational freak, up to a certain point. The point at which other people's stuff comes into play. Since I don't really have any control over this part of life I have to just ignore it (while planning in my head what I'd LIKE to do with it if I only had the freedom).
This is most likely the result, at this time, of displaced frustrations about other things I can't really do much about. But I can organize my spaces to within an inch of their lives! And I can bask in the illusion, at least for a couple of days, that something in life is under control. I know it's an illusion, but at this point I will usually take what I can get.
In a day or two entropy and life will intervene and things will get messy and misplaced again. It's inevitable. But I enjoy the fight for a while. :-)
This is most likely the result, at this time, of displaced frustrations about other things I can't really do much about. But I can organize my spaces to within an inch of their lives! And I can bask in the illusion, at least for a couple of days, that something in life is under control. I know it's an illusion, but at this point I will usually take what I can get.
In a day or two entropy and life will intervene and things will get messy and misplaced again. It's inevitable. But I enjoy the fight for a while. :-)