The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Not this Time

Every time I get one little corner of my world organized, the other three become insanely jealous and create messes of untold proportions. Life never wants me to feel like I have a handle on it. Organization, in particular stands with her hand on her hip, smirking, daring me to try.

“But it’s on my NYR list,” I whine, hoping she will give me a break.

“Hah!”

Like an idiot, I stand mouth agape.

“Where in the book does it say I have to help you get organized?” Her words pierce my resolve.

Injured, I flop down into my office chair. Fighting with LIttle Miss Organization was not on my To Do List today. I grope through recent, and not so recent memories…did she ever help me? I was certain she had. Why then, was she standing there, unforgiving, cruel, spiteful? Asking --was out of the question.

A few deep breaths and I had ridden out her pain injected comment. Why had I bothered seeking the advice of an expert? Silly me…screw you, I almost say but bite my tongue, rather my bottom lip, instead.

Then, I remember how I’m supposed to have given up whining. Oh great, twelve days in and I’m already a gonner. So, one hurtful comment from one person and I’m ready to call it quits? Heck no.

I snatch up my pink iPod, my motivator of late, hop up and toss my head back.

“Hmph!” I say in return, “who needs your help?”

Then, while shuffling through papers, I realize, this was the message she was trying to deliver all along.