My name is Ciona, and I am unorganized.
I have enormous amounts of clutter in my room. I'm too embarrassed to take a picture and show it to you. I desire to not be late for everything, but I don't have a strong allegiance to being on time. Does that make sense? Confession is step one.
Somehow I manage. I always have, but I don't think managing somehow is an ideal way to get through life. I buy every bin for better organization in my office, hoping that this will be the purchase that puts my life back together. I read about getting organized. I've even practiced the whole open mail when it arrives and put it away thing. I've practiced folding my clothes each time I take them off--even if I'm putting them in the hamper. I've even tried using my hamper. I set alarms sometimes to be on time, and I still arrive late. I purchased calendars from Covey. I'm not a cluttered mess, but I live in a cluttered mess. And I live in this mess not because I haven't tried so many little steps.
I suppose I confess here as a prayer request. I would be an unhappy person if I lived entirely by lists, calendars and watches and a quest for perfection. But I'm not entirely happy or well functioning living like this.
These are my confessions.