Refresh, Re-Haul: Disorganization at its Finest

Messy room always. It’s unfortunately my MO. But I really want to say modus operandi because I like Latin phrases. At any given time, I have clothing, shoes, purses, papers, money, lipgloss, mail, magazine clippings, photos, pens, Fiji water strewn all over my bed & room. Sounds pretty gross, huh? I mean… it’s not always bad – it’s just my own level of organized chaos.

Like I just don’t enjoy hanging up my clothes. Or putting them in drawers. Unless I have company. The problem is that I have too many belongings and not enough space to store them in. The drawers? They’re all full, I promise. Organization is something I lie to myself about – like I tell people I’m organized, so does everyone? Don’t they? It’s a desirable quality, correct? I don’t own this quality by any means – oops. I’m going to stop lying to myself and own up to my disorganization and masked methods of chaos.

When I get home from work at 11:00PM and I have to be up at 5:45AM the next day, I’ll  typically fall fast asleep half clothed with tons of clothes and/or shoes sprawled over my bed. They’re clean (usually) – they were probably just my potential outfits from this morning. And whatever book I was reading earlier that day, and my Macbook because I had to look something up real quick before I went to sleep, and the mail that I have to look at tomorrow morning while I have some time on the train or subway. But I like all of those things, so it’s OK for me to snuggle with that stuff. I don’t mind it. If I’m really feeling cluttered, I’ll easily move those things to a nice little section on my desk or leather bench or chair. I know exactly where everything is (MOST OF THE TIME!) and if I don’t know, I have at least 3-4 other locations on deck to check where it could potentially be located.

If what I’m looking for is not there, it’s because I didn’t look hard enough. Because when I look for the 2nd time, I always find it. Now that I’ve admitted that I’m completely unorganized in my organized bliss of a life – I am finally settling in to the fact that I’m going to be like this forever and ever. I clean my room once or twice a week – hang up all the clothes, line up the shoes, fold the unworn clothes or send them back to the dry cleaner, organize the papers and “file” them. And then later on that day, I re-start the process.

Collapsed Closet - Due to the Excessive Amount of Clothes. #FML
Collapsed Closet Circa March 2014 – Due to the Excessive Amount of Clothes. #FML

I would love to be Carrie Bradshaw-esque and store my clothing in the oven, but unlike that betch, I actually like to cook. I’m actually completely lying (again) – I can’t remember the last time I used the inside of the oven. I’d just be scared that using the stovetop would somehow make the stuff inside burn and go up in flames. Freakout!

My chaos is renewable. It’s refreshable.

I want to know how it feels to have no belongings nor keep any of your things easily accessible or on display?

I really want to know how it feels to not be a mess. This will be re-visited… time to donate… who wants my stuff?!

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3 thoughts on “Refresh, Re-Haul: Disorganization at its Finest

  1. Hey , I just wanna say , your insights and honesty come thru , that made me laugh .
    Keep it up !!
    Written from the floor of Philadelphia airport … Needed phone charge like a leech .
    Heading home , from ohio and back out to San Francisco tomorrow morning !!

    Love ya,
    Used my alias ,
    Gary R ( Beth’s Gary )

  2. congratulations on starting the neatness process!! 🙂 the first few days are the hardest 😉 ❤
    thesartorialcoquette.com

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