I have some feelings....

about organization.


If the world were a perfect place, everything would always be organized and look darn cute at the same time. Drawers, computer files, and closets would all be in tip top shape. You could find anything you were looking for in a matter of seconds, while at the same time admiring how cute your organizers are labeled and maintained. Sometimes you would get frustrated with the orderliness of it all and decide to make a mess, just so that you could put everything back again.

But we're all sort of a big, gnarly mess in the real world. And being clean on the outside doesn't mean your life is all put together. It's rather frustrating to know that no matter how efficiently or attractively you've arranged all your earthly materials, it can't make you one ounce holier than the next slob down the street.

At the same time, I would really like to know that for everything there is a place and for every place there is a thing. There's some comfort in knowing that your scissors is exactly where it ought to be.

All this to say--I wrote a pretty extensive to-do list of over fifty items that need to be organized in an already clean and set-up room. Is that obsessive compulsive? Maybe I'm just over-compensating for how messy public places are in China. In other news--you can be witness to the fact that Adam said I may help him set up his classroom for the next school year!

~julie