I often describe myself as "carefree" and one that "flies by the seat of my pants". As I get older (ahem, I mean wiser), I begin to wonder if this is a good quality or trait to have in life.
By profession, I am a planner taking all the necessary time and consideration to be well organized for the children in my classroom. I have spent countless hours making lesson plans, doing research and using all of my accessible resources to enrich the lives of those around me.
In reality, I am not so organized. I wait as long as possible to do laundry, resulting in 8-10 loads and no clean underwear (never fear, there are always some of my husbands boxer shorts around to wear...I swear he has more "drawers" than any girl I have ever met, and they are quite comfy). The spare bedroom of our house looks more like a storage room than does our actual storage room. I don't like to plan what I am going to do tomorrow, the next day, or even the week after next. It just doesn't suit me. My mom is the planner. She will ask me what we are doing for Thanksgiving in September. She will continue to ask what our plans are up until the week of, my response "Mom, it's Monday and Thanksgiving isn't until Thursday, geez...you're asking me so early." On a recent trip with a friend, I wouldn't commit to anything including where we would go for our outing. My suggestion was to do "Rock, Paper, Scissors" and drive somewhere...anywhere. Let's just go, see where we end up. All in all, it was the best trip ever. My pal was a little leary but it all worked out just great. Actually, beyond great. See, my thought process of how to do things isn't so bad.
Is it possible to be completely organized in one aspect of your life and absurdly unpredictable in another? OR, am I just being arrogant as described by Dr. Phil?
Regardless of the above, it's time to clean the spare bedroom. You never know, I might find something new that I completely forgot existed in that mess.
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