I have never been an organized person. In high school, I my friends said I was always just a “shit-storm of papers and crap” and called me Pig Pen. I remember turning in my math homework one time on an Arby’s napkin because I lost all my looseleaf paper. Other times, I’d just be late to class because I misplaced the gum wrapper I wrote my locker combination so I’d be stranded without all my books.
Now, as a 32-year-old, sadly, I haven’t gotten much better. It always seems like the papers I need (important stuff like social security cards, birth certificates, and car registrations) are never around when I need them, but will turn up when I’m doing things like cleaning out the canned good cabinet or hauling out my winter sweaters. Seriously, for months I couldn’t find my driver’s license and then I finally found it: stuffed in a BIBLE. What? I can’t even begin to understand my rationale for that one. Whereas when I was a kid, my school backpack was catch-all for all my junk, now my purse is a grab-bag of eclectism. Too bad Let’s Make a Deal isn’t on because I would have KILLED at “What’s in your Purse?”
So the one thing that keeps me relatively sane are my To-Do lists. They are the one piece of order I can muster in my chaotic, unorganized existence. In fact, I love putting things on the list just so I can check them off. I feel empowered and responsible when I cross off such items like “buy toilet paper” and “nap.” Truly, they are the only thing that keep my life even somewhat settled. For this I am very grateful!