I’m only human…confessions of an organizer

I briefly wondered how moisturizing chicken grease was before putting the tender down to wash my hands…

Recently, I listened to a Ted talk about motivation. The speaker had talked to a friend who was known to get up and run every single day for years without fail. When questioned about how he disciplined himself, the simple reply was, “I’m a runner, so I run.”

It seems there is some sort of misplaced awe around people who organize, as if we are super disciplined. The truth is, it’s more inherent. Built-in. I’m an organizer, so I organize.

What this does not mean is that I’m perfect. While naturally I may be put together a little more often than normal, sometimes I’m flying by the seat of my pants. Recently, when getting ready to meet a client, I was running a bit behind, so I made a lunch to eat while getting ready. As I went to put on my make-up, I looked down and I briefly wondered how moisturizing chicken grease was before putting the tender down to wash my hands. Ew.

When I arrived, I had to muse on how different my life probably is as opposed to how people might expect. It’s important for me to highlight this because one of the things people often seem to worry about is being judged by an organizer. Often, clients find themselves trying to explain or justify why they’ve kept something. Most everyone asks the question, “is this the worst you’ve ever seen?” when I first walk in the door. It takes awhile for some to realize I’m not inwardly shuddering at their humanness. I’m just like you, and I’m there to help. Relax 🙂

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