There’s something about a new year that makes us take a long look at ourselves, decide we’re not good enough and resolve to change. A new year doesn’t always mean January 1st. It could be a Birthday, anniversary, fiscal year or Rosh Hoshanah. Whatever it is, it makes us want to start something new or renew something old.
We’re several days into the new year, and I still haven’t started on my resolutions. If you’re like me, you only make these decisions to change when the calendar changes. Whether it’s a new year, new week or new day… no one decides to change in the middle of the day on a Tuesday. The reverse is also true. After I’ve made a change, and then fall off the wagon, I have to wait for a new day, or week, or month to get back on again. For example, if I’m on a healthy eating kick then eat a candy bar, I’ll say “well I’ve blown it today. May as well eat junk for the rest of the day and start over tomorrow.” We seem to think that whatever wagon we’re on won’t roll through town again until next week, like an Old West stagecoach. Why doesn’t it run every 20 minutes like a bus?
We call the desire to change a “resolution.” The follow through is usually called “failure.” Making resolutions is the easy part. Sticking to them… not so much. If you went to the gym this first week of the year, it was packed with folks who have resolved to get healthy. By Valentine’s you’ll have the place to yourself.
Maybe we should make a resolution to stick to our resolutions. In that spirit, I resolve to be resolute in sticking to my New Year’s resolutions. But first, I have to decide what they are. I have the usual cliche resolutions… eat better and lose weight. By eat better, I mean better for me, not better tasting. If I eat better tasting, I won’t attain the resolution to lose weight!
More importantly, I want to reconnect with the organized person I used to be.
Once upon a time, my books were grouped by height and my CDs were stored alphabetically. My bills and important paperwork were filed in a drawer in labelled folders which were, of course, alphabetical. I am so organized that my mother makes fun of me for having an orderly junk drawer. I have never “cleaned out a closet” in my life. I don’t even know what that entails.
Then I married a disorganized man. He has many wonderful qualities, but being organized is not one of them. He buys tools, can’t remember where he put them and buys more. My closet is organized by short sleeves, then long sleeves, then pants, etc. But when he puts away the laundry (which I appreciate) it goes in the closet in no particular order.
I didn’t realize that there were levels of organization but it turns out my organizational skills are far outweighed by his lack of them. He has won the order vs. disorder battle but I’m preparing for a rematch. I’m not trying to change him. I just need to step up my game.
I don’t recall when I lost touch with her, but I know that organized girl still lives inside me. I picture her trapped under a pile of paperwork, and lost tools, the way they find hoarders trapped in their homes. I’m going to pull her out from under all of that stuff (and put it where it belongs) then together we can conquer all the things that need to be done. I see a label maker in our future!