I don't know about you, but one of my dreams in life is to suddenly get organized. I mean--BAM! Everything falls into place. A place for everything and everything in its place. The right tool for the right job and all that kinda stuff.
Then again, I have a sign on my wall that says "Creative Minds Are Seldom Tidy." (I always thought it should be a little more clear . . . like PEOPLE WITH Creative Minds Are Seldom Tidy -- otherwise one might wonder if it's the mind and not the surroundings that are untidy, but they probably didn't want to make the sign any bigger than it already was.)
My current problem (okay, ONGOING problem) is that I have no flat space to work. I have two small tables in my office, but they both have a computer on them--and the stuff that goes along with the computer. (Coffee mugs filled with pens/pencils, mouse pads, candles, candy jar, chapstick, Purel, and other misc. items.) Therefore, there's actually nowhere to actually do WORK.
My office is also rather small, has two bookshelves, an armoire (with stereo equipment, etc.), a comfy chair that I can't sit in without a cat appearing and plunking down on my lap, and a china cabinet with over 200 Made-In-Japan Christmas figurines. Therefore, there's really NO ROOM for anything else. (e.g. a flat space to work.)
Until . . . I spied this little folding table at the grocery store. It was part of their BACK-TO-SCHOOL promotion. Unlike the TV tables I remember as a kid (metal, very rickety), this one is very stable. So stable you can write on paper and it won't wiggle all over the place. Aha! I have 5,000 bookmarks that need to be signed (and about 2,000 of them will get stickered, too). And the price was right: $9.99.
What I like best about the table -- it folds up and I can stow it in the closet. (Okay, theoretically I could stow it in the closet. The closet is soooooo full, there's no room.)
So, have I actually become organized?
Nah! But I can dream, can't I?