It boggles my mind how some people can be so terribly disorganized.
I am a planner and a list maker. I enjoy plotting out my day and exactly what I will be doing. When I leave my house for the day, I plan exactly where I need to go and in what order so I don’t waste gas or backtrack. When I go to the grocery store, I have a categorized list to help in choosing my food for the week.
I think about the future more than just one day in advance.
And I plan, plan, plan, even though I know some of these plans will be scrapped as their time draws closer.
I don’t understand disorganization, but doesn’t necessarily bother me as long as it doesn’t affect me. And it affects me way too often.
Surprise, surprise.
It’s official: I’m ready for Saturday.