Airing My Dirty Laundry

In the spirit of getting organized, I am going to split this into a before and after series of posts. It wasn't until I suggested the "Getting Organized" topic that I realized I was the only one in need of some serious organization. Apparently most people are actually overly-organized to the point of obsessive behavior. Not I, senorita.

I'm going to go ahead and put it out there that I am the "Messy Friend." You know that friend who has a ton of clothes all over the floor, tank tops and boxer shorts spilling out of their drawers, and can never find two of the same matching shoes? That's me. I am a mess. If a friend wants to borrow a shirt, I'm more than happy to hand it over, but it will more than likely be plucked from the bottom of a pile of dirty laundry.

I am very hesitant to do this, but in an effort to give you a full understanding, I've decided to sacrifice my dignity...and post a picture of the current state of my closet.



Ohhh, the shame! Thought of changing my name! (Lion King, anyone?) So in the most basic way, I need major organization.

But there are a few not so basic ways that my life needs organization too. For instance, my live-in lover and I had a very organizational talk the other night. (My best friend referred to it as a "Come To Jesus" talk...Not sure what that meant, but I liked it). We basically stated the state of the union, where we are going, and what needs to be fixed along the way. After that, I felt that my relationship was "organized." Or better yet, reorganized.

There are many things in my new business that need organizing. I need to nail down the outlines of a business plan, find out who we are targeting, and what our 6 month strategy for growth will be. (Admittedly, I probably should've done this BEFORE I started.)

I guess more than anything organization is a state of mind (and OK a state of closet too). If you have a clear picture of what needs to get done, it is much easier to achieve it. So now that you have all seen a picture of what I need to do, I am off to tackle the closet monster. If you don't hear from me in 72 hours, call the cops.