When I went to grab a box of tissues from the hall closet (yep, it's been sniffles and coughs all week here), I was pretty smitten by the sight of everything all neat and tidy and in its place.
If you can't tell already, I made a trip to Costco a couple of weeks ago, hence all those paper and cleaning products.
I will admit, however, that I was a little glad that one of the rolls of toilet paper wasn't perfectly in line with the others, though. It was beginning to remind me of Julia Roberts' creepy, absolutely horrible husband in Sleeping With the Enemy.
Remember that movie? It gives me chills just thinking about those canned goods perfectly aligned in the cupboard (even I'm not that perfectionistic, and this is coming from a girl who alphabetizes our stash of DVDs).
I don't know about you, but I love it when January rolls around. Sure, it's cold, a little dreary, and the Christmas tree gets kicked to the curb, but I love getting organized. It makes me feel like I'm paving the way for accomplishing all my other resolutions.
You know the TV show Hoarders? Yeah, I'm pretty much the opposite of those people. Instead of seeing how much stuff I can cram into our home before it's considered a fire hazard, I take particular pleasure in seeing how much can make its way out. Basically, if something doesn't have a designated place or some sort of usefulness (aside from books and movies, of course, but I like paring those down, too), I want it gone.
Incidentally, when I googled to see if there's a name for people like me, it's "OCD" that pops up.
Hmmm. I don't know if I like that label, but there's probably worse ways to procrastinate, right? Incidentally, that's my favorite time to organize—right in the middle of a big ol' deadline. While some writers say their best ideas happen in the shower, mine happen when I get the urge to re-configure the pantry. I guess there's worse things, right? :)
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