This is a picture of a desktop organizer my wife bought for me several years ago. I’m sure the first thing you will notice is that it is not very organized at all. In fact, it is completely the opposite of organized. I have some guitar strings on there, a little cash, and, buried beneath the rubble, are my traditional red-and-blue and black Marvel Secret Wars Spider-Man action figures. They deserve better; they really do.
This organizer could actually represent my brain. Sure, there’s some cool stuff on there, but it’s sort of difficult to find because everything is so mixed up. There’s even some pretty neat things in there that may never see the light of day because they’ve been forgotten about. Some things are completely in the wrong place entirely, and it’s a mystery how some things ever wound up there in the first place.
In other words, it’s a cluttered mess, much like my… Well, you get the point.
I had a really great idea for a blog post yesterday. I was walking around the mall with my family, practically writing it in my head as we passed all the different stores. By the time we got home, though, I was tired and wanted to make sure I got in bed a little early before the start of the work week. I didn’t jot the idea down anywhere, and so as I sat down tonight to try to recall it … nothing. A hundred other thoughts from the day are bumping against each other, and the one I actually need is covered up in the mess in there where I can’t find it.
I’ve always prided myself on not having an appointment book or a calendar because I could always remember things so well. My pride is beginning to become my downfall, though. Just like I can’t remember my idea for this blog, I forget about books I wanted to read, songs I wanted to look up, and … and … well, I forgot the other thing. All kidding aside, I think it’s time to drop the act. Parts of my brain are scrambled because of depression, and I have to start being more intentional about things I want to remember.
It’s been a long day, I’m tired, and that’s all I got for tonight. I know, it’s not much, but I gotta get some clothes put away so I can find my side of the bed. Yeah, you guessed it – there’s a little clutter there.