Chaos rules, mmkay?
Chaos is sexy.
Lately, everybody has been crazy about ‘lifehacks’, life balance and Getting Things Done. I tried to understand it, I really did. But all these systems for getting organised seem to have one fundamental flaw: what if one doesn’t want to make time to get organised? That’s my problem right there. I don’t want to make the time to break my life down in small, manageable bits. I don’t want to be a marvel of efficiency and organisation. I actually like the surprise of forgotten appointments and birthdays, deadlines that are history, paperwork that turns up when you’ve given up looking for it. I like not eating 5 units of fruit and vegetables every day, postponing exercise to do something more interesting, and reading books 1 page at a time because I don’t have time for more reading. I will never attain that Zen-like state of organisation and efficiency.
So today I will be boycotting getting (and being) organised. And if you are sitting there, eating a pear after you have finished doing your taxes way before the deadline, and you are only reading this because you’ve already done your yoga for the week: I hope someone sneakily de-arranges your sock drawer and un-makes your bed.
