Today I will change your life

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Hyperbole? Maybe. I don’t think so. But maybe.

Also probably not in the most profound of ways, but sometimes a little change makes an enormous difference. And that little change can lead to bigger changes, and so on and so on.

And so on.

As you know, this week is all about organization. I found miracle I’m about to share with you last week, kept meaning to tell you about it, but had other things to chat about.

But here it is more than a week after I learned this tip, and I still can’t get over the difference it makes.

Ready?

Please don’t find it anticlimactic. 

It’s the best way to fold your reusable bags. Did I just hear you roll your eyes? Don’t, it’s like a tiny packet of wonder.

Because the internet is a miraculous thing, I figured that if I used my BFF Google, I’d find a way to corral my utter mess and tangle of reusable shopping bags. They don’t give plastic shopping bags in the city of Chicago anymore, they were banned a while ago, so you have to bring your own.

And I admit I have a love affair brewing with them. They’re bright and colorful and just so much fun.

But they take up a ton of room. Or they did, until the Modern Parents Messy Kids blog. There, someone called “Annie” made neat little packets out of one of my most persistent sources of clutter.

You’ll need the pictures, which I’m not going to steal, as that blog definitely earned the click (here if you missed it above), and this post isn’t really about the technique.

It’s about this simple idea: there are so many solutions waiting for you out there online. If only you ask the question.


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Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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Monday strikes with full Monday.

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Let’s start of with I had to retype “Monday” three times. It’s so Monday and Monday MEANS IT.

I had one of those issues this morning with a part of bill-paying life we’ve started to take for granted. I don’t want to go into gory details on the world wide web, but I feel like I’m at the beginning of a long, twisted metaphorical headache.

Which could lead to a long, twisted non-metaphorical headache.

Woo. Hoo.

It’s gray and snowy and I set a goal to get my hall closet organized. It needed it like you wouldn’t believe, and I got ambitious with all the organizing I did for my parents. But I’m at the “What was I thinking” stage.

But here’s reality. If we don’t stop and take stock, we don’t know where we are or what we have. We become jumbled; it’s tough to see what’s what.

Or maybe that’s just hall closets.

So I’m off to the task at hand, made better by a lovely group of folks who helped me make a playlist. I highly recommend doing the same.

How’s your Monday going? Better, I hope, than mine. Have a great week.


Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.
Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
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AccountaClub Friday, November 30, 2018

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I started this post while waiting on hold. They told me it would be an hour; I was at 27 minutes when I figured I might as well get going on blogging.

While trying to make a payment on a site, the site kept glitching. I’d tried yesterday as well, and thought it would be back to normal by today, but it wasn’t. Clearly I wasn’t the only person with the issue, given the wait time. But while on hold, I decided to try a few things based on what I was seeing while the site hung up, and lo and behold, 46 minutes into holding, I’d solved the problem and made the payment.

Woo. Hoo.

It’s been that kind of a week. Yesterday, I got all ready to work out at my usual live Daily Burn time, only to find there was no workout. No hint of a workout.

Whaa???

Apparently they had some technical difficulties, so no live workout ever aired. They ran a previously recorded one, but I don’t know when it started, by the time I saw they were running it, it was in the middle. 

So I found one by Erika, an awesome trainer who just left and did that one instead.

Lemonade from lemons this week and there have been many, many lemons. I’ve spent more time away from the computer, as technology is obviously out to get me right now, and am focusing on some larger organization projects. I’ve gotten my front closet nearly under control (it’s tough in Chicago with all the coats) and I have other things I want to work on, so probably another update on that next Friday.

Was the week what I wanted it to be? Eh.

I did do five workouts, even with the glitch with the live workout. Some things are out of our control.

How was your week?


Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.
Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
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Mellow Tuesday? Ha!

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sliced of citrus lemons

Does this have anything to do with post? Who cares, it’s a great photo. Photo by rawpixel.com on Pexels.com 

 

Am I less frazzled than yesterday?

Eh.

Still trying to get a bunch of stuff done. And still trying to do it all at once. And this may be where all that yoga can prove helpful.

To slow down. To be in this exact moment when all I need to focus on, all I need to do is this blog post. Only the other part of my brain is doing that banging on the fish tank thing: “Uh, HELLO? What about the software you have downloading on another device right now? Don’t you need to see about it? And how about the laundry, huh? THE LAUNDRY. Forget your pesky words. LAUNDRY.”

That glass tapper sure loves to think about laundry.

If the meditations have taught me anything, it’s that I’m supposed to be able to recognize those thoughts, acknowledge them, and let them go.

But the letting them go is so much harder than it should be, when I could just, you know, get them done. Well, not the laundry, the laundry is a process, but you get the idea.

I will take a moment to breathe, yoga taught me that, too. And ah, that’s better.

Part of the problem of life is this desire to make the stress go away, to tame it, to control it. But we can’t do any of that; stress is a wild beast that always finds a way in.

Always.

The only thing we can change is how respond it it. Huh, maybe I’ve learned something from that yoga after all. Now, about that laundry…

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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May My To-Do List Bring Me Back to Earth

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I’m slow to post today. I’ve had one of those mornings where realizing I need to get something done leads me to realizing that I need to get something else done, which then leads to internet research, which likely eventually will lead to internet shopping, because who doesn’t like internet shopping and what was I supposed to be doing in the first place?

Oh yes, right, writing.

I have found that the best way to ground myself on those days — these days — where I’m in the to-do flutter is the good old-fashioned list. There’s something about writing it down, and then something even better about crossing it off.

Who doesn’t love crossing off a completed task? It’s like a penular pat on the back. And we all know those are awesome.

Of course part of my problem is that I am currently in the midst of doing that laundry of life, the stuff that always needs doing no matter how often you do it. Including laundry. Though that just needs to be put away, which, as we all know, takes all of about 15 minutes, but seems like the kind of task you need to strap on the heavy pack for.

Oh how I wish I was one of those people for whom cleaning was a hobby. Or a joy. I should talk to Aunty Ida about a slight tweak. Or maybe I shouldn’t, you may or may not know how those turn out (but generally not so well).

There we go. Now all I have to do is go write “blog post” on my list, so that I can cross it off. Look at me, a bundle of efficiency.

Whoo-hoo.

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Surprise! Appointment

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I was sitting on my couch yesterday when the phone rang. I saw the name of my hair salon on the caller ID, so I answered.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hi,” said the bright voice on the other end, “this is Vivian from the Hair Salon* (*names have been changed to protect the identities, and also I am too lazy to look up how to spell the name of the hair salon). I’m calling to confirm your appointment for tomorrow.”

Tomorrow. Meaning today. So that’s where that hair appointment got to. I knew I had made one, I just didn’t remember exactly when the appointment was for. Good thing they do reminder calls.

“That’s great,” I told Vivian, “and I’ll be there, because I need it.”

So do I thank my past self for looking out for me, my curls a little worse for the wear, or curse my past self for not putting the date in my phone like I said I was going to do?

It gets so easy now to just rely on external factors to remind us when things are coming up, when things need to be done. I know I never have to note a single dentist appointment, because they will text me, email me and call me. In fact, if I ever disappear, I suspect my dentist’s office will be the one to track me down.

I’m not sure exactly what my past self was thinking when it chose the time, although it’s working out a little more conveniently than I thought it would. Will I become a past-self today, securing an appointment that will never make it into my phone, proving that I’ve learned absolutely nothing from this whole exercise?

Yup.

Check out  my full-length novels,  Her Cousin Much Removed,  The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management and Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only), and the sequel, Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) which is now available!

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Imagined Promise of Organization

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The Container Store gives me hope. Every time I go in, or even drive by it, I feel as though if I just find the right magical combination of items, my this time, my life will be perfectly, completely organized. This time, with this special bin and that special hanger, it will all come straight.

Of course, that’s what they want me to think.

But they’re so good at it. With the banners politely screaming in the windows, the store holds the promise that everything, absolutely everything is containable. Everything can be put neatly into a place, if only you purchase the right place to put it.

The store whispers to me about who I could be, if only I exchanged a few piddly bits of dirty paper for sleek, gleaming new opportunities. Take these things, and there you’ll be.

If only.