My life in disarray.

I had always taken pride in my penchant for order and organization. In particular, as it pertains to my immediate environment, aka my room. And of course, my bed was always made.

On any given day, my items are arranged in such a way that streamlines material acquisition in minutes, nay, seconds. I would imagine it would be a snooper's dream... my sentimental memories in several boxes that tells the stories of my past life, no skeletons required. My electronics in one corner, the power strip being the sole provider of all its glories. My closet full of materials fit for a proper haber dashery, systemized by color, season and type of fabric. Accessories just to the left of that, as last minute touches for an ensemble that would deem any boyish woman, a suitable lady.

This trait of my personality I was fond of. In fact, I found it difficult to walk into rooms that were unkempt and downright messy. They made me anxious and troubled my breathing. I found myself judging the owners of those disheveled spaces as ineffective and ungodly.

But now the roles have reversed.

Currently, I live my life in chaos. As I write this exact piece for my online site, my paraphernalia are no more placed in order as the explosion of wooden splinters from a burst of a tennis ball filled with matches. It is, dare I admit, somewhat next to impossible to locate several mandatory everyday items such as house and car keys, reading glasses, mobile phone and that ubiquitous chap stick - that to this very day, I might add, I cannot go to sleep without a bit of a dapple on my drying, winter lips.

Since the commencement of graduate school, I have found that I no longer have the time to be devoting myself to systematical and methodical order. And so, I have given up. Almost entirely.

My clothes may be strewn and blanketed all over my bedroom floor. My oversized desk may be littered with tissue boxes, lightbulbs with blown filaments, an excess of post-its, 36 spools of thread, a compass, a bag of pistachio crisps, my big screened computer, my laptop, verious editions of health and economic magazines, textbooks, cameras, cosmetic items, spiderman toys, etc, etc.

And I am quite okay with that... so long as my responsibilities as a student and an employee are satisfied.

Disarray will have to do, for now.

Signing off, in my pink, fluffy fleece-lined bathrobe, which is perhaps the only thing that I have found in its original place, and not on my bedroom floor.