I have two goals for this week:
1.) Make my bed every morning
2.) Get to work five minutes early every day.
I have noticed that although I have an ability to pick things up and tidy up (as mediocre as this ability may be) I am terrible at the maintenance part of organization. Within a day of organizing my room, things spiral out of control. My messy bed inspires me to pile worn clothing on my clothes chair, whose only purpose, as its name implies, is to collect the week’s worn clothing. The massive clothing pile that ensues eventually makes its way to the floor, my clean laundry basket goes unemptied the whole week and before I know it I am living in natural disaster conditions. I’ve decided that the problem is my bed. If I can keep my bed under control my hypothesis is that my room will be 75% more organized by the end of the week. So we’ll see how this goes. I am proud to say I made my bed this morning. And it wasn’t a quick, messy bed-making…I actually took about four minutes and made sure everything looked straight and tidy.
As for my second goal, this requires me to get up at a reasonable hour. My mornings usually look like this: Despite lofty ambitions to get up at 5:45 in the morning to walk the dog, maybe do some yoga, make myself a healthy breakfast, pack a lunch I can get excited about, do my hair and makeup and get to work serenely and happily (and of course, on time) I end up hitting snooze 17 times and waking up 20 minutes before I’m supposed to leave. Then I act shocked that it’s so late, as if I had no idea what hitting snooze 17 times would do to my morning routine. What this ends up looking like is me running out the door with wet hair, no shoes and a container of brussel sprouts for lunch. Then realizing my car has no gas. But starting this week things are going to be different. Today I woke up at 7:04, a full one hour and 56 minutes before I needed to be at work. I checked my e-mails, took a nice, leisurely shower, took my time picking out my outfit for the day, made myself a spinach and egg sandwich for breakfast, packed an exciting lunch (although I ate the whole thing by 10:30 in the morning) remembered to feed and take out the dog and even put some makeup on. I brewed myself some coffee for the ride to work because I’m once again trying to replace diet Pepsi with coffee, and was even 100% sure I turned off the stove, so I didn’t have to deal with visions of Alfie going up in smoke. I always hit 66 and then start experiencing severe stove doubts but one of the nice things about giving yourself plenty of time is that you actually remember what you did!
So, here’s to hoping things keep going well!