"How can money be the root of all evil, when shopping is the cure for all sadness..." Elizabeth Taylor
The truth is, getting organised is so challenging that many people never get organised. Why?
1. Its difficult to know where to start.
2. Its incredibly hard to find the time.
3. Its almost impossible to keep up the motivation.
There are lots of myths going around when it comes to getting and staying organised. Here are the top 7, along with the truths.
BEING ORGANISED MEANS BEING NEAT.
While you can certainly be neat AND be organised, the two terms should never be confused with each other. While you might have NEAT piles, or NEAT boxes piled one on top of the other, or objects lined up NEATLY in a straight line, you may still not be able to find a single thing when you need it. Being organised means you're using a structured system that allows you to find everything you need when you need it, and you get everything done when it's due--without frustration, chaos or stress.
Being organised is not about being neat. You can be messy and organised, and you can be neat and disorganised. If a person can find what they need, feel like they aren’t distracted from achieving their goals, and is happy in their space, then they are well organised.
There are people whose homes and offices appear neat as a pin on the surface. Yet, inside their desks and kitchen cabinets, there is no real system, and things are terribly out of control. In contrast, there are many people who live or work in a physical mess, yet feel very comfortable in this environment and can always put their hands on whatever they need in a second. I consider these people organised people.
TO BE ORGANISED IS TO BE CLEAN.
Once again, while you can be BOTH organised AND clean, those terms should not be confused. Cleaning means that you're removing dirt, grime and otherwise preparing a sanitary surface. But, you can have the cleanest home or office on the block, and still be disorganised.
Movement Creates Opportunity Featured
I was driving through to regional Victoria yesterday listening to SEN radio’s “Harf Time” where they credited Grant Thomas with the saying ‘movement creates opportunity’. So I spent the next two hours thinking about movement creating opportunity.
A number of years ago I decided that I was going to become “an opportunist”. My thinking was that at certain points in life opportunities just seem to appear and each time they do we have a choice to respond. Most people decline, usually through fear of failure I suspect.
Definition: "a disposition to feel that anything less than perfect is unacceptable."
I recently spoke at a gathering about perfectionism. About half the room were prepared to admit that they were perfectionists. Initially.
Perfectionists are hard people to live with. Whether they're a friend, a family member, a business colleague, anyone at all. Why? Because nothing is ever good enough. It could have been done better... if you'd just done abc...if I'd just had more time I could've etc etc. They're just as tough on themselves as they are on everyone else mind you. It leads to a miserable life.
Don't get me wrong - I have nothing against striving. Striving to: do well; be a good friend; do the best possible job; to attain goals; to do better.
It’s a funny thing, the decisions you make and where they take you. Never ever in a million years did I think I would “sell” anything.
The thought of selling was anathema to me ... and yet my first job was in a retail business (administration area NOT selling), I worked for a while in a legal firm – billing out hours (but never considering it “selling”), worked on ministerial staff in Federal politics but again never considered anything we did “selling”, and so it went until one day a friend of mine needed my help.
He asked me to help him sell some products he believed in.
I was nearly sick.
Because the “selling” involved standing up in front of people and “selling” his product.
I recently posted this on my facebook page but now think it needs a slightly longer shelf-life.
What makes a BELIEF SYSTEM? This is one of my foundation stones.
I've kept it with me for more years than I intend naming. (It lives in my diary, my journals) I find myself mentally chanting it to myself as I drive, I doodle and scribble it across sticky notes, books...