The story she told rang true with me...why? Well, it seems the more I write about aging the more I like what I have discovered about myself. I continue to grow smarter, wiser and even a little funnier. On the down side I have never gotten over being messy in the places you cannot see. That is who I am.
|Every group pictures is followed by a silly picture that is a
mess of faces and poses.
I love that picture best of all.
I am a person that really, really likes the bottom line. Being forced to read the instructions, go through a sales pitch or even sit through a sermon at church is actually painful for me. I do not make a choice to be the way I am. I simply am.
Wasting my time is not a good thing but because I am a creative and flighty kind of person, I am also disorganized. That mean that I waste a lot of time looking for my glasses and searching for the cell phone.
On the up side, the fact that I don't care that much about being organized in places I cannot see lets me do things like toss the silverware into the drawer without sorting it. I only sort what goes into that drawer. I have a knife drawer and all sharp things are tossed in that drawer.
I have stopped folding clothes that are not seen. Pajamas, undergarments etc. are washed, sorted (kinda) and put in the drawer. Why would I fold something that does not matter. Honestly, who cares if the socks are a little mismatched...that is trendy right?
On the other side of the coin, I sort my spices alphabetically. I have wasted too much time sorting through spices to not take the time to do that. But, because spices come in odd shapes and sizes, my spice drawer looks like a mess. When my mother was alive she came to visit and rearranged that drawer so it looked much neater...it was not a good thing and she was very sorry she didn't see my design.
It is hard for my family to see why I do what I do. When I cook a family meal and other's do the dishes I find them stacked neatly on the counter. They know that finding where things actually go might be a problem. My logic escapes them.
My husband moved my silverware to the other side of the kitchen when he retired...he didn't see my reasoning. I wasted a lot of time opening the silverware drawer to only find mismatched kitchen tools.
I am a puzzle to myself. I cannot stand a crooked picture. I have a cupboard full of serving dishes that is so neat that I am taken back everytime I open it. I am very particular about my pantry...barware and small appliances in the top half with food in the bottom half.
But, since I am older I am learning everyday that being a puzzle is a part of my life. What I want I want and the way I do things is my own. Wasting my time is just who I am.
However, I do find that the silverware drawer really is better sorted. It is progress I think.
Now if I could learn to keep my thoughts to myself! But that is another blog post.
Do you waste your time?