Tidiness...or lack of it

Some people are tidy. Some people are not.

Three guesses which category I fall into.

It’s not that I don’t try to be tidy – just last week I cleared my bedroom floor, threw away all of the rubbish on my desk and shelves and cleared my laundry backlog. I can do it, but I just get lost in everything else.

Anyone who knows me well enough to have seen the inside of my bedroom will probably agree that it’s a messy place. I keep it clean, but my floor is usually very cluttered. I remember one day being out with a friend and deciding to go back to mine for a cup of tea. The mess was just too much for her, and after 10 minutes or so she began tidying up.

Tomorrow I’m going away for a couple of days, and I’m not packed. My dirty washing is just that – dirty. I’m working in the morning, so I’m going to have to make a whistle-stop trip to the laundry between finishing work and setting off, pack, repack (I always forget something) and go to the train station. I suppose I should clear my desk too, and put away the music gear I’ve been using.

I find myself in these situations more and more these days, and I always think the same thing – “why couldn’t you have done this when you were [insert procrastination activity]??” Problem is, as soon as I begin thinking about all of that stuff my brain goes into safe mode, and I drift off into a daydream. Before I know what’s happened I’m sitting on the computer stumbling or buggering around in Reason and I’ve lost an hour.

I suppose I’ve grown up in the sense that I’m no longer leaving assignments until the last minute – something I did a lot at New College when I was doing my BTEC. My assignments are finished with enough time for proof reading and printing, so I suppose I’ve won that battle at least.

Now…where did I put my keys…



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