You know what I’ve found is the hardest part of this organizational project? Maintenance. It stinks. You have to Keep. At. It.
It’s like eating healthy. Or training for a race. Or (as formerly mentioned) budgeting. Or training your dog to heel. Or … whatever you didn’t really like or have the patience for doing when you were 8, 18, or 28 for that matter.
Yeah, staying neat and tidy and organized stinks. I still haven’t gotten the hang of it. Not really … only a few bits and pieces. My bathroom drawer is still neat, thanks to my nifty organizer in it. I pick up the towels and clothing from the bathroom floor. Daniel does the dishes more often than I do, and we both haul laundry up and down the stairs to be cleaned. Putting the clean clothing away immediately is still being tweaked.
I guess it’s okay. I mean, I didn’t like brussel sprouts at 8, 18, or 28. But I did run a 5k at 30. So maybe I’m at least getting better at something.
At any rate, sensing a trend? I am. There’s a word that comes to mind for all of these things. Basically, maintenance = self discipline. In other words, I’m learning that I don’t have that crazy military dude in the picture above yelling at me and telling me what to do; I have to do that myself. ALL THE TIME.