I then said that the inside of my head is like a filing cabinet in that there are little elves pulling out files and throwing them everywhere. I had actually stolen this analogy from my sister Eleanor, who came up with it.
I got to thinking about it, and I realized that the problem is that there is no filing cabinet inside of my head – just piles and piles of papers and books and post it notes. The elves gave up on finding anything some time ago – so they are sitting around, bored.
If the inner and outer selves are co-joined, well then this is a truism. Right now, on the floor of my study are several boxes of books, semi-categorized. Also, piles of papers, a box of thank you cards, several journals, and two fleece coats.
I will, on the next rainy day, clean up around here. This cleanup will culminate with a round of sweeping and vacuuming. The problem is, my organizing my external piggy nest is like putting a Band-Aid on a very large wound. It will appear as though I am a tidy person, but I’m not. Give it a week and my environs will again be in a state of disarray.
I have always thought that this is because I have limited organizational capabilities. In other words, I am organizationally challenged. Pete, he takes care of the photo computer files. And when I need to find a written document, he finds it for me. I tell him that it won’t always be this way, but like me, he is dubious.
What is wrong with this picture? What’s wrong with this picture is that I have set up a book network in which hundreds of books have been categorized and therefore can be easily located. Go figure. Why can’t I do this on the home front? This I do not know.
Maybe I will get a few filing cabinets and give the elves a raise. If I do this, I’ll no longer have affective organizational disorder, or AOD.
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9/10/21: Abundance: The Story Continues |