Undone

This week has been hard. There have been an overwhelming amount of tasks on my plate and no time to tackle any of them. Besides that, I am without a desk ~ aka workstation ~ aka office ~ to even get my thoughts in order. I feel like I am all over the place and try as hard as I might, I just cannot get my head to wrap around them. At least not in a way that will enable me to function properly. I used to hear other people talk about this, but I just didn't get it. It used to seem like something you just had to try harder with or adapt to and yet, NOW its my turn, and I'm all kinds of lost. I need to get back on track. I need to figure something out soon or the little thread that has begun to unravel will have me come undone.

But see, I'm used to having a million things on my plate. I'm used to multitasking to the nth degree. It's just that I usually have a space of my own midst the chaos and craziness. That is where there is calm. There is quiet. There is order.

It's my place to go officially bonkers {to the masses} and keep organized in a world of disorder and disarray.

A place where using my sherry-branded filing system, or a post-it, or the organized set of lists from action lists to pending to complete or using the calendar in front of me is available. Now I'm writing things down on random notepads and scraps of paper and they get stuck somewhere deep inside my purse where there is no rhyme or reason, and before long that priority job that I was supposed to handle last week has resurfaced from the blackness and I can't believe I forgot all about it but it is all because this is what a simple, limited legal pad and it's scraps of paper associates can offer me.

Either I get a work station fast, or I need to have a serious day of revamping my system of order and adapt to a new way of life.

Well, except that was what I thought was doing. But apparently it's just not working.

Its not always going to be a good day.