I hear this a lot: “How do you do it all?” The answer is complicated. I’m not as “together” as you might think! I would love to be able to do it all consistently, but I really don’t. I try a lot of things, and it’s hard to fit everything I like to do into each and every day. So I don’t. I try. I really do.
This is why I leave things out and create such a clutter. If I do find time to work on jewelry, for instance, it’s already out and waiting for me to sit down and create. I don’t have to waste a half hour dragging everything out and setting it all up, ultimately losing any creative ideas I may have had to start out with.
Unfortunately, this system doesn’t work so well when it comes to paperwork. Filing is something at which I fail miserably. It’s also something that comes back to bite me in the ass when I have no choice but to set aside three hours to tame the paper pile monsters. Why don’t I keep on top of filing? Because I’d rather spend that time doing things I enjoy doing! This is partly how I do it. I’m a time thief as well as a time waster.
I steal time from things I should be doing to do things I want to be doing. Somehow, it works out in the end. So I should be able to come up with a better system that allows time for everything more consistently. Right? Wrong! This is where I waste time. Coming up with a schedule for everything absolutely brings my entire world to a halt, and nothing gets done. Deer in the headlights. Just run me over!
Scarlett O’Hara Butler didn’t sit around hoping for things. She went out and made it happen. She also had an entourage of servants helping her! Delegation is a wonderful concept, but I would need someone like-minded and equally anal to delegate things to! (Yes, I just ended my sentence with a preposition!)
Either I do it all myself, or I constantly complain about how it’s done (or not done). With so many things in life so far out of my control, is it too much to ask that a few things be done consistently? Everyone should pick up after themselves. That’s a given! I’m the queen of forgetting to do things. However, if I’m in the family room and have something on the table (snack, beverage, etc.), I remember to pick it up and take it to the kitchen when I get up. I don’t understand what’s so hard about this one. While on the kitchen subject, let’s talk about rinsing. I’m not the only one who empties the dishwasher, so it blows my mind that no one else can see which things do not come clean as they put the dishes away. Peanut butter left to dry on a spoon does not come off (nesting spoons is another issue entirely). Eggs, ketchup, tomato sauce, and potatoes left to dry on dishes (especially eggs) do not come off in the dishwasher. I’m not as fanatical as all but washing dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, but come on people! Common sense!
More kitchen details … Everything has a place, and everything should be put back in it’s place. This makes it so much easier to see exactly what we have and what needs to be replaced. Also, when everything is neatly put away, there’s room for more. How can anyone argue that this doesn’t perfect sense? These things bother me. The twist-tie not being replaced on bread bothers me. Gunk and crumbs left on the kitchen counter bother me. Moving on to the bathroom – toilet paper not being replaced bothers me. Running out of toilet paper bothers me. How does this happen? Add that to my list – inventory all bathrooms daily.
Lists. Let’s not even go there. I’d need lists to keep track of my lists! Ideally, lists and schedules would work for me. Unfortunately, having ADD makes scheduling a painful and long process. Fortunately, the ability to hyperfocus that goes along with ADD allows me to stick to schedules set forth by my employer. Getting paid by someone who appreciates my meticulous attention to detail (you might call this being anal) is a wonderful motivator! When this mindset isn’t shared by all, though, it just goes to hell in a hand basket.
So when you see status updates on social network sites of accomplishments and ask how I do it, just remember that there are many other things I’m not doing in order to do something else. I guess it’s just a trade-off. I can either do everything I should be doing all of the time at the expense of any enjoyment, or I can steal time from those things to do the things I want to do and allow myself some enjoyment.