I sat down last night to organize my desk. I set the timer for 15 minutes like all the pros tell you to do, but instead of actually setting the timer to actually go off I turned on the stopwatch to “keep track” of the time. Instead of buzzing me to a stop after 15 minutes it just reminded me of all the time I was wasting making a bigger mess than the one I had when I first started. Fifteen minutes later I had lost almost two hours of my life.
What’s up with this 15 minute rule of thumb anyway? It took me that long just to get started. What began as an attempt to clear the flat surface of all the papers that had piled up turned into a life project. I began to pick up tax info from last year that shouldn’t be on my desk anymore and realized just how far in the rears I really was.
Then I decided to make myself a mojito. Because what organizational project doesn’t get better with a mojito in hand?
The kids were settled in with their dad in the living room after a long day and it was the perfect time for me to tackle my
life desk. I was sure that after this project was over I would have a fresh perspective on just about everything.
Once I had my mojito, I needed some music too.
After a quick search, I found my son’s mini speaker we bought on impulse last year in the checkout line, plugged it into my phone, and went to whistling while I worked.
A quick glance at the stopwatch app reminded me my 15 minutes had long since passed me by, but I didn’t care. I opened Pandora radio. Jack Johnson. That sounds good.
I began sorting and making piles as I listened to lots of Jack Johnson-ish artists sing about life, love, and organization. Ok, well, no one sang of organization, but I was reaching.
Things were separated in very adult categories like medical, home, and finances…
I noted how strange it feels to know I’m 35 with adult categories of life.
Sublime? Yes, please.
I cranked up the volume. This organizing was going so well!
My husband walked in right about the time I had Sublime blaring, a mojito in hand, and about 16 piles of crap sprawled out on the bedroom floor.
What are you doing?
I’m organizing. Duh.
He chuckled before he sympathetically kissed me and quickly walked back out into the living room where I’m sure he felt much safer.
After he walked out, I went back to work, but I was a little distracted by my own thoughts. That’s usually what happens.
I stood in front of my desk with my piles and wondered if I could possibly be having a mini mid-life crisis?
Then, I opened a fresh page of my journal to write down the idea for a post about the signs of a mid-life crisis.
#1 You find yourself listening to Sublime while drinking a mojito when you think you’re organizing your life.
I’m not sure if it’s a mid-life crisis, but…
Sublime, a mojito, and a timer that doesn’t actually go off?
It’s definitely 3 ways to guarantee you don’t get organized!
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