I like to give off the impression that I’m an organized person—my desk is neat, my files are labeled and organized alphabetically, and I can’t leave work at night without straightening my pen cup. But frankly, it’s all a ruse. There’s that line in my favorite movie, When Harry Met Sally, when Harry tells Sally that she is the worst kind of high maintenance, because, “you’re high maintenance but you think you’re low maintenance.” And that’s basically me: I think I’m organized but I’m really a straight up mess.
Take my daily routine in getting ready for work. Sure, I may arrive looking neat and together, but did you see me racing around my apartment looking for my keys and trying to find my debit card while tossing a yogurt into my bag while also looking for a ponytail holder and poking a pair of earrings into my lobes? And of course, you may look at my desk, with its labeled files and books organized by height and think, that person is an organized person. But stay away from my desk drawers, which are filled to bursting with computer cables, office supplies and paper work from 2010 W-2s!
Sigh. If only my inside craziness could mellow out to match the outside togetherness that I desperately work to portray! But despite the work and effort I need to put into it, I just can’t live a fully disorganized life! …At least I look good while figuring it out??
What’s My Age: A 42-year-old high-powered executive with three rambunctious children who is struggling to “have it all.”