No One Is Perfect

      Okay, everyone, I have a confession to make. . .I’m a total messaholic. What is that, you ask? A chronically messy person. (Note: I don’t consider myself a slob. That’s an entirely different animal.) But I will take off my coat and shoes when I walk in the door and and pretty much leave them there for at least a few hours. I’ll leave dishes in the sink overnight. I’ll leave the lid off the olives way after the martini has been consumed. Sometimes I’ll look around and think “who messed up my place?” knowing full well who that someone is. Yes, it’s true. I have the [clutter] angel on one shoulder and the devil-may-care guy on the other. That’s probably why I’ve become a professional neatnik.  “You must be sooo organized at home,” people often say to me. Yes, in the sense that I know where everything is, or at least where it should be. Nothing is willy-nilly. Maybe some piles or drawers get messy-looking, but the scarf drawer is all scarves, and the sock drawer is all socks, even if they’re not alway put away in the neatest way. Speaking for myself, having a lot of “stuff” is a luxury. If you can afford that “luxury,” you need to maintain it by knowing  what you have and where it lives in your space so it’s available for use when you want it.  Otherwise, what’s the point?