Chaos, Disorder and Anarchy
I had a nagging feeling all week that I'd forgotten something important. Something to do with the car. Registration? Paid. Insurance? Paid. I just couldn't put my finger on it and didn't feel inclined to worry. So when I was pulled over by police I tried not to worry either. Until I couldn't find my license. Nervously I explained that it must still be in my other handbag. Then I was informed that my license was expired. Oops. By three weeks. Oh dear. And I had failed to update my details to accurately reflect my residential address. Ok, I can explain that. By the end of our conversation I could sense that the police officers were starting to realise that I was a bit silly, a tad clueless and extremely repentant. It worked in my favour. They let me off with a stern warning and I made amends the next morning.
I've never been a big fan of organisation. It goes against the flow of the universe. If the theory of Chaos holds true then it doesn't make much sense to try and go against the tide does it? You would be hard-pressed to find a pattern of behaviour in my life - I'm forever flowing into new ways to approach this grand adventure called life.
But I've decided with some disappointment that the rest of the world (particularly the Transport Department) isn't as forgiving of my laxodasical lifestyle and that if I'm going to achieve anything of importance then I might have to design and stick to schedules, plans and (swallow) resolutions.
So I'm looking to a friend of mine for inspiration. She is the queen of organisation. She could single-handedly run a large nation with her level of organisation skills. I once snuck a look at her weekly planner. She has every hour of every day scheduled for something productive and I know she never misses a beat. Her diet is organic, low-carb, low-fat, so-healthy-it-makes-you-eat-a -chocolate-bar-just-contempla ting-it and yes, I'm yet to find a secret stash of forbidden goodies in her kitchen. As part of her small mountain of self-disciplined achievements, she works full-time while supporting various charitable causes, attends a gym and has just begun running her own business. At university she completed a law and science degree simultaneously (not a dual degree but two degrees) and she is constantly organising social events and endeavouring to inject everyone around her with an equal amount of purposefulness. In the ranking of people who perpetuate their own success she is a triumphant zealot. To top it all off, she basks in her own homebaked aura of success as if it never required much effort in the first place.
So, this morning, while I ate leftover potato chips for breakfast I made myself a promise. The compulsive, romantic, misadventures which delight my soul and which will add spice to my memoirs will continue. But eating potato chips for breakfast and other products of my undisciplined lifestyle has to stop.
Well, after this chip anyhow.
Ok, after this one. I swear. Its the last one.
Good, the packet is empty so I don't have a choice now...where the hell are my car keys?
Wish me luck ; )
I've never been a big fan of organisation. It goes against the flow of the universe. If the theory of Chaos holds true then it doesn't make much sense to try and go against the tide does it? You would be hard-pressed to find a pattern of behaviour in my life - I'm forever flowing into new ways to approach this grand adventure called life.
But I've decided with some disappointment that the rest of the world (particularly the Transport Department) isn't as forgiving of my laxodasical lifestyle and that if I'm going to achieve anything of importance then I might have to design and stick to schedules, plans and (swallow) resolutions.
So I'm looking to a friend of mine for inspiration. She is the queen of organisation. She could single-handedly run a large nation with her level of organisation skills. I once snuck a look at her weekly planner. She has every hour of every day scheduled for something productive and I know she never misses a beat. Her diet is organic, low-carb, low-fat, so-healthy-it-makes-you-eat-a -chocolate-bar-just-contempla ting-it and yes, I'm yet to find a secret stash of forbidden goodies in her kitchen. As part of her small mountain of self-disciplined achievements, she works full-time while supporting various charitable causes, attends a gym and has just begun running her own business. At university she completed a law and science degree simultaneously (not a dual degree but two degrees) and she is constantly organising social events and endeavouring to inject everyone around her with an equal amount of purposefulness. In the ranking of people who perpetuate their own success she is a triumphant zealot. To top it all off, she basks in her own homebaked aura of success as if it never required much effort in the first place.
So, this morning, while I ate leftover potato chips for breakfast I made myself a promise. The compulsive, romantic, misadventures which delight my soul and which will add spice to my memoirs will continue. But eating potato chips for breakfast and other products of my undisciplined lifestyle has to stop.
Well, after this chip anyhow.
Ok, after this one. I swear. Its the last one.
Good, the packet is empty so I don't have a choice now...where the hell are my car keys?
Wish me luck ; )
Rugby World Cup 2007
I prefer spntaneous planning...
One question...why is it about your friend that attracts you to her?
She sounds great. If a little non-human...sorry, I don't mean to be rude but that's just...hmmm...so 'tight'...
Still. different strokes etc...