On Organisational Excitement

So it’s been a little while since my last post, because it has been Christmas, and the festivities have somewhat overshadowed my laptop, and my usual surgical connection to it. However, now that Christmas is over, I will be able to resume this particular occupation. I’m sat at my laptop at the moment waiting for the world to become light, so that I can go for a four mile walk behind my house; I hate walking in the dark, and since the street lights are still on, the sky is looking grey and gloomy. It would be more noteworthy if the sky was bright blue and teeming with sunshine.

Christmas time is one for family, and it’s one of my favourite times of year. New Years Eve, on the other hand is about friends, and raucously enjoying the beginning of the new year. It was rather well coordinated in my opinion; each social circle gets a holiday each, and therefore everyone is happy. Problems really only seem to arise when others try to alter this schedule, or interfere in the Christmas routine. Every household has one, whether it is an acknowledged one or not; things fall into an accepted rhythm, and this is possibly why so many family altercations happen around this time of year. Fundamentally, we cannot agree to change a beloved routine, and despite it being the season of giving, we find it difficult to be flexible when people decide to alter our plans for us.

Now, the dark grey gloom is only a mediocre grey… and so it’s time for a brisk morning stroll.


That was a very brisk morning walk. It’s amazing how much can be accomplished when you get up really early…

All people are affected by this idea I think. We are all creatures of habit; we construct routines because they make us feel safe and secure, and as though we have a purpose. Personally, I need a routine of work, errands, exercise, and so forth, because otherwise I get lost inside the folds of all that spare time, and things stop being as productive as they ought to be. Schedules make my world go round; I appreciate the aesthetics of the Filofax, as well as the Blackberry organiser feature, and calendars are one of my favourite items to shop for. Staplers, folders, art supplies, pencils, sketch pads. They are all items designed to make us more efficient, productive, creative, and organised. I love shopping for these things.

At the same time however, too much structure is crippling to us young people; we like to feel as though we are free. Essentially though, we’re obliged to do things, be things, and achieve something during our waking hours, whether this is making something beautiful on paper, or going to work to earn a little bit of money. Working itself raises the self-esteem of a person, no matter how menial a job, because you are a part of something. It will never be easy to get up on a cold winter morning and be at work for seven, but it feels good to have done it, and taken care of something to do. If a job is worth doing, you might as well do it properly too. Work is pointless if you just drag yourself around all day, avoiding doing anything even vaguely productive. Plus, time slows down to geological levels when you try to do nothing; you’d be better off doing something and moaning, as opposed to not doing anything. The doing passes the time until home time, as well as making you more popular with your boss, work mates, and with yourself. And the whole point of work is to get through the day, doing well, and of course, getting paid. We all have to do it, so might as well enjoy it too. Working also means I get to write down the appointments in my organiser and my Blackberry…

So, in conclusion, I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas, and I hope everyone has fantastic plans for this evening, and have a wonderful new year!




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