The decision is made and the work is in progress.
I will be more organized.
I begin the research, purchase the app
Organized for All Time
This is finally it.
I have won.
I get up, as usual a half hour after I should. Not because I have not awakened but because I am thinking about a story or a poem or a painting.
It is usually the time of leaving that my ends become loose and frayed.
I leave, and realize a mile down the road that I have forgotten my phone.
It is only upon a full house search that I realize it is on the passenger seat.
In the car.
I drive along and just as I have passed the last little drive thru
I reach for my coffee, already twisting my hand for that askew opening
hard and fast rule in place:
light colored clothing is forever banned from my wardrobe
I am signaling for the on ramp, in fact am ON the on ramp
just moments before my faultless car
will surely patronize to remind me that I have forgotten to get gas
which even when I was NOT endeavoring to be more organized
I never did.
yes that delicious sip of hot super power
is sitting on the counter at home,
I saw it while searching for my phone.
Yes, you did.
And here I look at the clock.
the pallor of death, the sick, clammy sweaty feeling
that my guts are spilling out and they are too slippery to hold.
Arrived guts stuffed back in
and at the gateway to the LIFESKILL of organized.
said with a sneer.
as the second epic battle in the search for keys begins.
I am gathering dandelion fluff and milkweed seeds
on a blustery day.
I fight my very nature.
Only to get inside and realize
my phone is not in my purse.
But on my passenger seat.
No it is in my hand.
Now where exactly did I put my glasses?