Hello all.
For today's blog, we were assigned the task of organizing something in our lives, and then addressing some points that relate the the task.
What I organized:
I took on the task of organizing my makeup drawer. After coming back from a trip which involved throwing randoms bits of makeup in a bag, and then throwing it all back in a drawer when I returned, the drawer was looking less then satisfactory. I decided to clean and tidy the whole drawer up.
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While I was cleaning my drawer, I felt in control, It didn't take me very long because I knew where everything needed to go. Everything has a place, and it should always be in it's place. Things like this little shred of obsessive compulsive. Why? My room is a disaster area. I'm not kidding. Whatever signs they're putting up in NY because of Sandy, they should put one on my bedroom door. But when it come's to small places like my makeup drawer or my backpack, they have to be perfect. Not a pen out of place, all my notebooks have to be in order from biggest to smallest. I wish I could apply this obsession to my entire room. :/
After completing the project, I feel slightly more in check. Although I don't feel completely relieved, because after all, it was only one drawer out of my entire room, I do feel better because It's one more thing I can tick off my list. I know it sounds weird but I like being able to see my makeup drawer spick and span, not an eyeshadow out of place because it's the one thing in my life that I can count on being organized.
I fell like through this project I've learned that I'm slightly more obsessive compulsive than I expected, but still the messy Jordan that we all know and love. I really wish I could become an organized person, but I don't know if I could do it. Trust me, I've tried. Numerous times. There's just something extremely daunting about trying to organize your whole life. Oh well. Baby steps.
-Jordan
I'm in the same situation. My makeup drawer is in perfect order, but the rest of my room is a disaster. It's just never really bothered me that my room is a mess though, because at least it's my mess. I've always felt like it shouldn't matter if your things are organized as long as you know where everything is and are happy with it, because really, at the end of the day, who is going to be meticulously going through your stuff?
ReplyDeleteIt bothers me so much when my mom tells me to clean my room, because I think to myself, "The door is always closed, you only ever go in there about once a week, why does it matter?" The last time I checked my mother wasn't giving tours of my room to the neighborhood, so I really just don't see why it has to be PERFECT.
At the end of your blog you talked about how scary it is to organize your whole life, but I don't really see why that is necessary. Order isn't always what's best for people and if everything in your life is immaculate I feel like you would just get stuck in a rut. So before you attempted to revamp and reorganize everything, I wanted to tell you that little chaos is a good thing and it can go a long way.