I’m a person who likes to be organized. I know right now my mom is laughing at me – she’s convinced I’m the messiest person in the world. She’s a neat freak. I didn’t know how to use a mop until college because in our house floors were ALWAYS cleaned on our hands and knees. Also I once had the below conversation with my (beloved and adored) ex-roommate.
Phone rings
Mir: Guess how many gallons of milk I just found in my apartment!
Me: (really do not want to know). How many?
Mir: 3!
Me: Can you even fit one gallon into your tiny fridge?
Mir: Yes if I wedge it in and there’s nothing else in there.
Me: Uhh, where were the others????!?!?!?
Anyhow, I never lose whole gallons of milk in my house so clearly I’m not the messiest person ever. But sometimes I do lose things, things I want. Currently, my 3-hole punch. A 3-hole punch is one of those things that very few people own or want and don’t usually understand why I own it. I don’t use it very often, that’s true, but it’s key to some of my fielding. I haven’t used it since June, but I want it and need it now and I just can’t find it.
The missing 3-hole punch is not the only thing on my mind. I have this fielding that is constantly changing and a different project, editing, a house-guest, holidays and laundry, homework for my HCI class, and a million and other tiny details. My brain is anxious and all over the place and so am I. Put a few things away, start some laundry, shred some papers, look under this thing, print some stuff, clean out this bag, start an unplanned blog post.
I call this behavior squirreling and while not meeting the exacting standards of GTD or Flylady, I think It’s important to do sometimes. Let the brain and body run around, working through things in bursts and wearing themselves out. I find it kicks up new ideas as well as taking care of those random things that never get done otherwise, i.e. paper shredding.
Still haven’t found the 3-hole punch though.
Edit: FOUND IT!
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