This morning while stopped at a red light, I glanced out the bus window into the cab of a pick-up truck idling next to us. Dangling from the rear-view mirror was an assortment of chains and shoelaces, each attached to an item the driver obviously felt he needed to reach at a moment's notice. He had a pen, a roll of duct tape, a compass, a calculator, an EZ Pass, and a duck call (no joke.) I nodded approvingly and thought, 'That's my kind of organizational system.' Growing up I always felt more comfortable if everything I could possibly need was visible to me at all times. This is a a very poor justification for being messy, but I am, and always have been. I know just where that sweater/belt/scarf is, because it's right here on the floor in front of me, balled up in a space-saving fashion, ready to be shaken out and worn.
Maybe someday I'll buckle down and hire someone to put my life in order (perhaps even in closets and drawers) but probably not any time soon. For the time being I will just tie my credit card to a shoelace and hope for the best.