The swing of things.

Why is it so hard to get into a routine?

I feel so unorganized, but part of me wants to just stamp "Free Spirit!" on all of my behaviours and call it a day.  Why can't I put peoples' numbers into my phone when I get them?  Why do I have to put it off until I actually need the number and no loner have access to it?  Why can't I keep my room clean for three days in a row?!  Or track my spending habits every month?  All of these things would be good for me.  Why must I loathe them so?

....FREE SPIRIT!

No you guys, I don't know.  It's frustrating to know that I very well should do something because it would honestly benefit me and then look that thing in the eye and say, "Ya you wish buddy."  I'm my own worst enemy!  I can only imagine that as I get older this kind of thing will drive me crazier and psycho-er.  Think of the children for instance!  All of their field trip paper work strewn about the house, mixed in with the de-humidifier manual and photocopies from the Praise! hymnal.  Just a mess.

I think I need a schedule.  But I've never been able to keep up with day planners.  Sick.  But maybe just a tentative attempt at a structured day will be a giant leap of a baby step?  Here's the plan kids.  I'm going to clean my room, and if I feel robust enough afterwards, I will clean out my car as well.

And I will try to save all of my receipts.  And file my pictures onto USB drives so that my computer doesn't crash under the distraction of my beautiful face in 20 000 different scenarios.  Rough.