I have been tagged by Mandy to offer tips on time management. I may be more clueless than anyone in this department as I have absolutely no time management skills. I was probably born late, I’m late everywhere I go, and I’ll be late to my own funeral. (pun intended)
If I could save time in a bottle . . . I’d inadvertently misplace it or someone would knock it over and break it, then I’d have another mess to clean up – which I might get around to . . . eventually.
I’m a world-class procrastinationist. I do not own a calendar. I suck at making lists – ok, a wish list I can do, but a grocery list or a to do list? Fuhgeddaboudit.
On 2nd thought, even my wish list is pathetic. Oh, and those preprinted lists? Useless. I simply am not organized enough.
You’re wondering how I function at all, aren’t you? The answer might surprise you.
KISS = Keep It Simple, Sister
I do like to have a place for everything, and I’ll designate an area for “stuff”, but whether said “stuff” makes it to its proper place is pretty much irrelevant. Not worth fighting over, in other words.
This is not a natural born trait. My mom liked things done a certain way – and if I didn’t do it that way, she’d go behind me and redo it. Do you know how much extra work that is? She always said “If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” (Granted, she needs consistency and order to prevent distress, and I totally get that now, but I had no clue then.) We were a quarrelsome bunch.
My sisters are not laid back. They delegate and authoritate (sometimes rather loudly), and their kids do what they’re told, how they’re told, when they’re told. Yes, the kids are very well-behaved (much better than mine), but their moms are STRESSED OUT. It works for them, I guess, but it doesn’t work for me.
My first husband had to have things done HIS way. It wasn’t enough that I ironed, I had to do it like HE learned in the military (not the creases, mind you, the stupid procedure). He yelled and criticized a lot. Very quarrelsome.
It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house.
Proverbs 21:9 is my verse to live by. If what it takes to get and keep my house organized is ranting and raving, then I’ll take that corner of the roof, thank you very much.
My advice? Decide what’s most important and do that first.
Don’t sweat the small stuff!