When I was little, I loved playing dolls.
Here’s how it went:
I spread out my Little Kiddles set, which held the collection of dolls and accouterments.
The afternoon was spent arranging miniature closets for miniature dresses. Ribbons becamse room dividers, match boxes became drawers for miniature pairs of shoes. Once everything was set up and perfect it was time for supper and bed. The play was all about organizing things!
And so… on my day off I derive extreme pleasure from setting things in order. I notice this as I cover my winter sweaters with plastic. As I group the furry things together and the shiny things together, and put them in the back of the closet.
This gives me so much pleasure that I look for something else to put in order.
Since the house is already fairly neat (you can imagine this) I decide to take my scraps of pesky passwords out of the pesky password bowl and put them in a file folder under a broader category “important documents.”
I’m not O.C.D. It just feels delicious when things are in order.
It feels so good that I start a new project – putting my paper calendar on a google calendar!
students in blue
church in green
dentist, etc in red
personal in purple
Better than going for a massage.