Reflecting on how we work and conduct ourselves is an important exercise for sure. We all have areas that need improvements, or not so much improvements but a change in approach that might open up new ways of doing things producing interesting results. Setting goals for ourselves, or resolutions, is a personal challenge to see what we are capable of, or if they aren’t met, a self realizing experience.
I am not organized in the conventional sense of the word. When most people think of organization, we imagine designated spaces for all things we own, designated times for all things we do, and depending on who we share our lives with, many of us are expected to maintain designated times and spaces for all aspects of someone else’s life as well. Having five nephews with complicated extracurricular lives leaves me in awe of my sister-in-law who manages to juggle everyone’s needs at the expense of her own to make sure her family has a life rich in experience.
Creative people are characteristically unconventionally organized, but are often accused of being disorganized. Organizing time is difficult because you never know when a great idea will strike you or when the conditions will be just right for brilliance. This is not just the case for artistically creative people. I worked along side some of the world’s most brilliant theoretical physicists, and they too are usually unconventionally organized, their focus of attention strictly trained on how the universe (or other universes) are organized rather than their desk space. For creative types, what is happening in your own mind is usually widely more interesting than snapping back to reality to make sure your stapler is in the right spot.
My organization is more like mental mapping. I know where everything is (mostly) without having a place where it belongs. When I need to retrieve something I visualize where it is, and under more difficult circumstances I visualize my movements throughout the day, week, month, whatever it takes until I find what it is I’m looking for. When describing where something is to someone else, it’s like a verbal treasure map. It can be frustrating for people, but I always feel a bit of vindicated self satisfaction when they get to the destination of required whatever.
I often get the urge to try organization the conventional way. I rearrange things and dedicate homes for them. It always leaves me feeling overwhelmed by the amount of stuff I have. I have too many clothes, shoes, purses nick nacks and chotskies. Christmas always adds to the collection. There are days when I want to give away so many things to simply cut the clutter. I have in the past done a “stuff edit” with excellent results but there are some things I can’t pry my emotional attachment off of, I’m miles away from becoming a Bodhisattva