A Road Less Travelled

Hey look, I’m not even two weeks late posting about the new year! Considering how much was going on right around New Year’s Day, I wasn’t even planning on posting until the 5th or 6th, so really I’m only a week late. See how organized and productive I’ve managed to be in the new year?

I got the usual rush of “It’s a new year, I will now become a better and more organized person!” and was trying to decide what to do with it. I knew it wasn’t going to last, because that kind of intensity never does, but I decided it would be silly not to use the rush while I had it. I referred to it as ‘pretending to be organized’ and stood back in some amusement as I watched myself industriously put away the craft projects I would normally leave out to work on ‘when I had the time’, make my bed in the morning, and start taking walks again. I knew it would be a matter of days before the socks started collecting at the foot of my bed, and my new, more efficient dresser-top arrangement would be in complete disarray.

To my surprise, however, even with the fading excitement about being organized, the floor of my room is still clean. I took my walk this morning (in five degree weather, I might add), and my bed, er, hang on… Yes, my bed is now sock free. It’s true that I am not suddenly a better, more organized person, my new year’s post was almost two weeks late, and the non-fiction I’ve tried to get back to reading has as yet only been a few insignificant sections of a long book, but it does seem that a few of those ‘organized’ habits might actually stick. Weird, huh?