I have my tea and my natural stress-relief pills. I have my sunrise-simulating alarm clock and my morning routine. I have my weekly meal plans scheduled a month in advance and everything is packed in individual containers and ready to go by Sunday nights. I have my designated objective for the upcoming week already mapped and set to launch long before Monday morning rolls around and the subsequent chaos ensues.
I have been an organizer since I could purposely place things in a semblance of order. I have always longed to make sense out of randomness, to keep like with like. I remember desperately trying to create a makeshift miniature closet for my socks when I was in grammar school. The only thing that kept me from achieving it was basic craftsmanship.
I've had a fair amount of practice and have all of the skills necessary to take this crazy life and make it logical. It is my forte and the type of task that brings out the best in me. And, I believe, it will be the one thing that ensures my survival.
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