I couldn't find my camera. I knew it was around here... somewhere.
See, I have the BEST ideas about organizing my stuff and how cute and neat it will all look when I'm done, but... Follow through is not my strong suit. I'll start on a mega-organization spree, get overwhelmed, take a "break" that lasts anywhere from a few days to a few years, and mess up what was already done. I am a Type A personality to the Nth degree. At any given time, I have dozens of projects flying around inside my head. Most if the time I grossly underestimate the time needed to complete each project. Then I feel like I am behind on my self-imposed schedule and get frustrated. Throw in a dash of perfectionist, and not only am I behind schedule, I'm not happy with what I have done. I realize that most of the flaws I see in my finished product are only visible to me, but I see them like a neon sign at night.
In some ways, my juggernaut personality has helped me. If I decide I am going to learn something, dammit, I WILL learn it and be better at whatever it is than most. I'm too stubborn and cranky to be anything else. I learned how to give great pedicures because I couldn't afford to pay someone else to do them for me. You would never know I did my own french tips and I have zero calluses on my heels. Yes, I am so stubborn that I learned how to file my own nasty dead feet-skin so that I could have toes that looked like I spent $50 on them. That's pretty damn stubborn.
In other ways, though, my overzealous perfectionist has not helped me. Case in point: the camera. I knew where I had deemed it to live during my last organization spree, but it wasn't there. Nor was it in it's previous place. I knew that I had used it when Joe and I went... I don't know where. We went somewhere and I had it in my purse. My purse! Okay. I checked the last three purses I used. Not there. Holy cow was this frustrating! If only I had the perfect, most organized house Martha Stewart could dream up. (Never mind that I would get distracted and leave stuff out of it's place.) I vowed to finish my purge and organization just as soon as I found my stupid camera. And put the junk I needed the pictures of on eBay. Then, with more junk purged, I would take pictures of it and put it on eBay! Yes! I was pumped to not only find the camera but clean, organize and put nameless, faceless junk online. Never mind that it was already 10 o'clock on a Tuesday night. My perfectionist self is usually not rational in how things are in reality.
After looking for another half hour or so, tearing my bedroom, dining room and den apart in the process, I hit a wall. I was tired, cranky, hungry and irritated. I hadn't eaten dinner because I was too wrapped up in my evening's projects to remember to eat. I decided dinner would be dry Mini-Wheats as I looked at a gossip magazine. (Dinner of champions for the body AND mind.) By the time I was done, I could barely keep my eyes open. I crawled into bed, and you know what my last thought was before I fell asleep?
The camera is in the book bag in the closet.
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