If you talked to my mother – by the way, how is she doing? I haven’t talked to her in over a year – you would get a horrible picture of me: I’m irresponsible, I’m flighty, I’m a spendthrift, I’m a flibbertigibbet. (She’d also tell you about how great my father was, but 5 years ago, she’d tell you how awful he was … I suppose it’s all a matter of perspective and who she’s turned her vitriol on this week. This is all besides the point I want to make, though. <g>)
I may be all the things my mother says I am. I have been a spendthrift. I have been irresponsible, or at least careless, which is not quite the same thing. I do not cop to being flighty. I do own up to being a flibbertigibbet. Mainly because flibbertigibbet is a such a stinking cool word.
Now, for the attempt to reform…. am I suddenly going to start speaking to my mother again? Um, no. It is foolishness and akin to sticking one’s hand in a burlap sack of rattlesnakes; one is going to get bitten, plain and simple. Where I am trying to reform, is with my money and my surroundings, as I believe the two go hand in hand. I’ve been trying to get Burly Man on the wagon too – he’s a mess, an Absentminded Professor who will leave his wallet in the medicine cabinet and the remote control on top of the fridge and whose closet appears to be the floor in the office. (Okay, I’m getting sidetracked, again…sorry.) If one is disorganized in one’s daily surroundings, it is a logical leap that one will be disorganized in other areas of life.
So…if, as according to Dave Ramsey, you have to cut expenses to the bone, be austere and gazelle-like intense to get the debt paid down, don’t we need to get austere and pared down to the bone in our surroundings? Won’t actual clutter tend to bleed into mental and spiritual clutter?
I’m trying to be organized. I’m trying to keep shopping lists that are cross-referenced to sales flyers and my coupons. I’m trying couponing! I’m trying this written budget thing with every dollar named and accounted for. What I’m realizing is that as I try to accomplish this, the actual physical clutter is starting to annoy the living daylights out of me.
Oh, noes! We can’t have actual, life changing events going on around here…that would make my mother wrong when it comes to me.
… wait a minute!