Organizationally Challenged
I am without a doubt one of the most organizationally challenged people I know. I try really hard, but end up getting so overwhelmed about all the stuff I have that I end up giving up.
Certain things I am positively anal about. My record albums (yes I still have them) are in alphabetical order and categorized. My CDs are similarly organized, though not as well done. I do have most of my CDs listed on a database. Pathetic. I also have certain shelves that must hold certain books, and ONLY those books. My poetry shelf, my king Arthur shelf, my British shelf, my Irish shelf.
But then there’s all this other stuff.
At the moment it’s the stamping stuff that’s making me most crazy. I have all sorts of tools and toys to go along with my rubber stamps and I can never find things when I need them. I’ll get in the middle of a project and think of something I’d like to use, but can’t figure out where the hell I put it.
So today I started trying to organize the stuff, but I can’t figure out the best way to do it. I’m trying to at least write down what I already have, to try to avoid duplication. Although I’m pretty good at that, and some stuff – like embossing powder and paper- is ok to duplicate. It’s consumable. So now I’ve got all sorts of stuff scattered all over the place and I can’t figure out where to put it. I’m frustrated.
The stamps themselves are half organized. It’s the new stuff that’s not organized. I’m running into a problem with the stamps because I used to organized them according to category, but have started buying stamps from certain companies where the stamps are designed to work together, so I like having them together. Makes it easier to get a project done.
The unmounted stamps are also presenting a problem. I have no idea what images I have and they’re sort of just crammed in a box, so they are seriously underused.
I should probably confess here that I estimate I own about 10,000 stamps. It’s an addiction.
What inspired this sudden urge to organize? Well, actually it’s not sudden, it’s been on my mind for ages and I do go through spurts of trying to get organized. What got me going this time is that last night I wanted to start putting together a scrapbook sort of compilation of things I’ve done but not given away and I needed things to make the arrangements in the book have some life. I needed paper to layer with, decorative scissors, embossing tape, and powder etc. It was a challenge to find these things and I got irritated.
I worked on this project until one a.m. and left things in a heap when I went to bed, intending to work on it more today. When I got up and saw how trashed the place was I decided to organize.
The place looks even worse now. The book is starting on looking good though.
I dunno how I’m going to get this all together.
I should have stayed in all day today, but instead I met Cathy for lunch at Bugaboo Creek. I must be into theme places this week. First the Rainforest Café and now Bugaboo which has talking buffalo heads and Christmas trees. I’m also starting to rival Patrick as far as eating at chain restaurants in the Boston area are concerned. Although he tends to be a bit farther north than I am.
Lunch was fine. We chatted about the same old stuff. Neither one of us has anything significant going on in our lives at the moment so we have nothing fabulous to share. I suspect it’s like that with most average friendships. We went to Barnes and Noble after lunch, as both of us are addicted to reading, but the place was an absolute zoo and neither of us had the patience to deal with it. I think this was such a gray, gloomy, ugly day that everyone decided that shopping was all there was to do. It’s looked like rain all day, but so far not a drop.
Personally I wish it would rain so I don’t have to water the plants.
My heart is starting to hurt because of Michael.
He hasn’t bothered to write at all, and I feel as if he’s decided to abandon this friendship totally. This is making me so very sad. I could just cry, and my heart feels so heavy and crushed. I know it shouldn’t be. I know it’s stupid. My head can rationalize it all in words, but my heart just isn’t ready to listen.
I should confront the issue, but I’m not ready to have him strike the final blow. At least if I don’t raise the issue with him, if I don’t do anything about it, I can live on false hope. He just has not an inkling of how important he is to me. I need the ego boost he gives me, but I can’t tell him that. I can’t tell him any of this for fear he’d go running and screaming into the night.
I’m so depressed.
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