I went out for coffee with the Republican football mom I wrote about yesterday. Turns out that do we have some things in common. And it turns out that the biggest difference between us is not politics–it’s clutter.
Juley is a clutter-phobe. She loves throwing stuff out. Whereas I am a clutter magnet.
I’m deep in debris. But I’m also deep in denial. With the best of intentions, I open the door to clean up a closet and what I see is SO overwhelming that I slam the door shut. (If that’s even possible with all the stuff in the way.)
So who would have imagined that this unlikely encounter over politics might help me clean up my act?
Juley has to live with the results of the election—for at least four years. Whereas I don’t have to live with my clutter–and she gave me a simple solution. (She generously offered to come over and help me–but I refused. I might spill my guts on this blog, but I do have some dignity. Even my closest friends are not welcome to view my closet. In fact, if his clothes were not there, I would keep V out of it. )
To clear out clutter, advised Juley, don’t look at the big picture. Way too scary. Just start with one corner–and go from there. She even gave me a way to remember her advice, with an old line. How do you eat an elephant? she asked. One bite at a time. (I had the decency not to remind her that an elephant is the symbol of the Republican party.)
I come home from our coffee date, ready to take my first bite of elephant. I check my computer (which is now functional) and here is the first thing I see: A headline on a new study reported by Scientific American, titled: What Being Neat or Messy Says About Political Leanings.
First paragraph: Researchers insist they can tell someone’s political affiliation by looking at the condition of their offices and bedrooms. Messy? You’re a lefty. A neatnik? Welcome to the Right.
Does the universe have a great sense of humor, or what?