...and other crazy things.
Yesterday, a dear friend commented that my car was "so clean"! I almost fainted, which would have been bad since I was the driver. Never in a million years would I have imagined that someone else would perceive me as clean, neat and/or tidy. 'Organized' is beyond even my wildest dreams. It's almost as radical as thinking that I will someday be able to consistently wake up at 6am without dire struggle.
I have been all these things at some point. In 10th grade, my room was sterile. In Thailand, I sprung from my bed at 5am without an alarm. I know it's not impossible, it just feels neither likely nor desirable right now.
Since I am currently working against my nature for the greater good, I have taken to cheating with large amounts of caffeine and systematically purging my house of excessive belongings. Working under the theory that having less stuff means less things to clean, I strive to keep only the basics. I sleep when the desire hits me, which, unfortunately, isn't in the evenings. I try to plow through my days the best I can and hope that whatever it is I'm looking at (what looks to me like a lazy, slobby mess) is at the very least, enjoyable.
*I'm almost certain this didn't make any sense - I got four hours of sleep and can barely see through the stacks of papers and dishes to where my computer is hiding.