Today is the day that I decided to try to organize and discipline myself.  I have been haphazard in my personal life for just about all of it. I have been able to call upon the necessary organizational necesssities when the situation called for it, never by choice and frankly, I was never one of those people who, afterwards, felt the need to carry this over into other aspects of my life.

I think I have finally come to grips with what trait I inherited from my Mother, lack of organization. My Father had an internal filing system that ran like clockwork. He did the family bills, monthly, weekly and annually, with apparently no help from my Mother. I never realized this. The only filing system that my Mother maintained was a handwritten collection of recipes that she had gotten from other people. Her own recipes were never written down and were never the same twice…she was a phenomenal cook and I have had many requests for her recipes since she passed, unexpectedly several years ago. Sadly, I have not been able to comply because these recipes do not exist. I did find, in her handwriting, her attempt to write down some of her mother’s recipes, which were so unwieldy that she gave up. They were written in “pounds of flour” and “dozens of eggs”. A mathematical genius would have been required to pare them down to size, but apparently, she never asked my Father for his help with this.

Back to the topic. I plan to pare down my “stuff” starting with clothes. My closet and dresser are stuffed with clothes that I cannot or should not wear. I have tee shirts, longsleeved and shortsleeved, in the same style in 3 different sizes. Problem is, the ones that “give me joy” are not always the ones that fit…Oh well, maybe this will help or maybe I’ll start tomorrow.