If you know me, you know that I pride myself on a certain sense of organization. I like to have things in their place, put away so that I can access them at any moment, but I don't have to stare at them at all hours of the day. I specifically love to make lists. I make a to do list for the week, I make one for the day, and then I tend to have a couple of organizers going at once. I am a nut! There has to be a certain level of OCD to this, since it does bring a level of calm to my life, but regardless I refuse to change.
One amazing example of my need for organization and structure in my life, is my closet. It is beautiful, well to me it is, because it is color coded and seperated into sections. It brings me such joy, and so I share it with you.
The only unfortunate side effect of this afflication, is that I feel the need to clean not only my place all the time, but the places of people that I visit as well. My poor sister tends to be the victim of my disease the most often... She is a good sport about it, but still how annoying must it be that every time someone comes over they want to clean your place.
I guess there could be worse things...