Wouldn't it be nice if the world worked perfectly to fit our own little ideas of our own little schedules?

Would it?

In a perfect world, I would be completely recovered from the bad head cold I came down with several weeks ago. I'd be free of the sinus infection that followed. My voice (that I lost last week) would be healed in full. My house would be free of clutter. I would have had enough energy after teaching all day yesterday to swim laps last night instead of collapsing into bed with a pizza and laptop streaming tv shows. I would have woken up between six and seven this morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. I would have known when the painters and maintenance supervisor were scheduled. I would have left the house in time to arrive for my morning appointment on time. The download link I sent out to students this morning would have worked correctly. The electricity would not have gone out and my computer would not have shut down while I was trying to solve the download link problem. Just as I was sitting down to write, the leaf blowers would not have started up outside my windows. Um... and so forth.

It's 5 pm and I feel like I'm just getting started. Speaking of which, a few minutes ago, I started out writing about schedules and time and now find that I'm writing about a perfect world. 

The facts are that I did wake up this morning (I could end this sentence right there) in plenty of time for everything that needed to happen. (Although I have not yet done my morning Kundalini Yoga set.)  I was ten minutes late to my morning appointment (but I made it). I swam half a mile mid-day. The maintenance supervisor solved the mold problem. The painter has almost finished her work. I solved the download link problem. The "landscapers" are almost finished. And everything is probably going to be all right.

I don't deal well with chaos and clutter. That being said, like it or not, life tumbles along amidst chaos and clutter. You never know what's going to happen next. 

For example, last Saturday, I went out for a walk around the neighborhood in absolutely perfect weather. On my way back, about three blocks from home, a single storm cell flew in with serious horizontal lightning, the air turned orange and then green, I practically climbed the fence of the first neighbor I knew and begged for a lift home. Fortunately for me, he dropped everything and gave me a lift. By the time I'd run into the house and turned on the lights, I looked out to see that enough hail had fallen to mimic a snow storm. The roofs, cars, parking lot, lawn, everything was covered in white. You never know what's going to happen next. 

While I was thinking of writing this post two weeks ago, I was really struggling with the sinus infection, low energy and a hoarse throat while working pretty darn hard. I kept thinking of that Winston Churchill quote,

and while continuing to think about writing this post (instead of writing it!), this aphorism came to mind,

And so I am. Keeping on going. Putting one foot in front of another. I mean, I'm not in hell by any stretch of the imagination. It just feels like things are chaotic. And they are! At the last minute this morning, I pulled towels and toiletries and whatnot out of the bathroom, moved my kitchen table and grabbed my coats and bags off the wall rack then threw everything in miscellaneous piles in the living and bed rooms then ran out the door to my car. Now the painter has just left and, though she did the best cleanup she could, I have to go back in and mop up sanding dust. I'm going to do that, now, while the daylight is still with me.

I'm not sure what this post is about, exactly. It seems to be part venting about not very interesting or important stuff, and part just going with the flow. As it happens, as it happens.
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I mean, I know all too well that what I've described is simply incidental living and nothing compared to true chaos and upheaval. Not to discount or minimize in any way my own traumas, but even those experiences pale compared to what others are experiencing or have experienced.

Life just is. What's that other adage? Life is what happens while you're making other plans?

It was actually a pretty good day. The weather was pleasant. Some problems were solved. I have a few more jobs to tackle.  Then I have the great fortune of laying down in my own bed with my furry little beast and drifting off to sleep, perchance to dream.

Right now, I'm going to mop up that drywall and paint dust.

Before I tell anyone else what to do, 

I have to put my own house in order. I've been working on it and have claimed a head start on Spring this year. 

If my space is in chaos, it's difficult for me to be clear headed and open hearted—two requirements for serving others. Also, I like the view of the world around me to adhere to some sense of aesthetic order. It's important to me.

As a freelance creative, teacher and coach, I wear a lot of different hats. Translation: I have a lot of different piles of stuff that support each project, class and client. Although I keep each collection of, mostly, papers, books and supplies in individual bins, I have to work at organizing on a daily basis. And then there's all the other stuff of life. If I ever wonder at the stuff I accumulate, I can only look to myself. I bring it into my home and work space. So I am the one who has to change my habits and actions.

Like Parkinson's Law ("work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion"), stuff expands so as to fill available space. No matter how often I organize and clean, it seems I turn around to find that, whoa, there's another pile of clutter. How does this happen so fast? Does this happen in your world?

I cannot stand clutter and yet I make it. What to do, what to do?

Well, there are a few "simple" rules to follow.

Before we get to the rules, first things first.

What are my particular clutter problems? Normal things. Weird things.

What's my stuff problem?

I am a book magnet. As soon as I could write my own name, I was scrawling it into the end papers of my father's fine editions of, oh, Arthur Quiller-Couch's  Notes on Shakespeare's Workmanship or Donald Francis Tovey's Essays in Musical Analysis. So, books.

Paper. All of my artwork is on paper and so are my teaching demos. And live class handouts. And OMG, magazines that I keep for students and "reference".

Shells (lots of shells) and rocks and stones and crystals and feathers and pine cones and baby plants rooting and shooting in various stages. 

Small treasured objects that I've picked up along the route of my peripatetic life.

Jars. Why do I spend so much time cleaning and storing glass jars? 

Bubble wrap. I know I'm going to need it!

Okay, those are my main culprits. What are yours?

What are my habit problems with stuff?

I leave my shoes around. Mostly, I take my shoes off when I come in the house. But sometimes I don't.

I drop things on the table by my back door. Any table. By any back door. This is chronic.

I pile books and magazines and professional papers and my journals by my reading and writing chair.

I leave glasses and cups where I put them when I've finished drinking whatever is inside them. 

My studio... I pile sketches and class demos and reference photos in places where they don't belong by which I mean on work space that I need for...drawing and painting! Other than that, it's an ongoing creative space, a place I change out my teaching gear so, I have to allow it a certain amount of disarray.

What are your habit problems with stuff?

A place for everything and everything in its place.

Put your toys back where they belong when you are finished playing with them. That goes for clothing and shoes, too.

Complete your actions. Preparation is critical to most action. So is cleaning up. Complete your cycle of activity. 

Do you love it? If not, then why is it in your space?

The one year rule. This is tried and true. If you haven't used something in the past year, let it go.

STOP BUYING STUFF YOU DON'T NEED! Think you really need something? Give it 24 hours. Then reconsider. 

Use a timer. Think that putting things back in order will take too long? Use a timer. Set it on 15 minutes. You'll be finished before the timer goes off.

​Accept yourself. We all have chronic habits that are challenging to change. That's where accountability and coaching come in handy. If you have chronic habits related to order, don't beat yourself up about them. Be compassionate with yourself and do the best you can.

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