Why is it that some people seem able to keep organized, spectacularly so in some cases (hi, Mom!!), while I seem so totally inept at it? Heck, there are times where I don’t even notice things until I’m tripping over them. Literally. Out of sight really is out of mind, and even for things that are in plain view the theory holds true. Is it a talent, like dancing? I can’t dance, either. In fact, I was once told that I was a bad dancer even for a white chick. Maybe they’re linked somehow? On the other hand, moving through this place often requires balletic pirouettes and toe leaps. Maybe I can dance like a white chick by now.
It does get discouraging; no matter how much time I spend it seems to have less effect for me than it does for others I know. They spend a half hour on something and their whole home sparkles, I spend a half hour on something and it’s like nothing happened at all. Well, no, that’s not true. It often seems worse than when I started. I noticed that in the update picture of the plant stand. I’d spent nearly an hour working on the living room and not only could I not notice any real difference, it actually looked like there was more stuff there around the plant stand. I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.