When it comes to being organized, I'm like one of those sad contestants on a reality show who can't sing/dance/live in reality. No one needs to tell me I can't carry a tune in a bucket, but I sometimes have delusions of grandeur when it comes to organizational skills.
I can happily spend hours in The Container Store...and not buy a thing. Pinterest has sucked hours of my life providing ideas to better manage my time. Some of the first magazine articles I ever read were how to be organized
and maximize efficiency, and I still buy magazines if one article
tempts me with a clever way to get my life in order.
But life isn't easier.
Because no matter how many lists I make, or calendars I color code, or bags I pack carefully, someone (Garrett) will forget to drop off soccer shoes and clean socks with the child. And someone will demand to be lugged around the house (Alexandra). And someone will suddenly become incapable of going into a room by himself and grabbing his stuff (Max). And I add plenty to my own misery as well. "The best laid plans of mice and men...."
Chaos causes me stress.
I once had a ceremony on my piano. I used this method of relaxation
from the time I was in sixth grade until my piano had too many hands on it.
Since then, I've experimented. Exercise is calming, but that's one more thing to schedule. I've fed the stress with an old favorite: brownies and milk. Then I evolved to red wine and Hershey's kisses. I sometimes enjoy tea and a scone (or four). Nothing works well.
Recently, I discovered the best method to de-stress doesn't involve fancy highlighters or exercise equipment or even a musical instrument.
In. Out. In. Out.
Sometimes I forget, but the body has a way of reminding me.
In. Out. In. Out.
Don't you feel better already?
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