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This will come as a revelation, but none of us Chicks is perfect. That’s right, pick your chins up off the floor. We each have things we’d like to change about ourselves, starting with…
If I could wave a magic wand and make it so, I’d transform myself into an organized wonder. One of those people who has a place for everything and everything in its place, and a color-coded calendar with everything planned months in advance, a closet arranged by color and season, and—while we’re at it—an organized mind that outlines intricate plotlines before I write one word of a new novel. Some people, mostly people who already possess such powers of organization, will assert that I could become an organized person if I just resolved to do so. While that sounds good on paper, which in my case would probably be a torn scrap or a cocktail napkin instead of a gilt-edged planner— I don’t buy it. I believe there is an organization gene and you are either born with it or not. My brother and sister are both extremely organized, always have been. Also, they are both much taller than I am (see Kellye’s post). I simply didn’t inherit the tall gene or the organized gene. That’s my story (which I have not outlined), and I’m sticking to it.
I did it again this week. I had a meeting with a new client, and I rushed around at the last minute, had to figure out what to wear when I realized my pants had a spot on them, left myself exactly the amount of time it would take to pull into the parking lot (not including parking), and trusted the GPS to lead me there but then wondered if I had put in the wrong address. Okay, so I got there right on time looking perfectly presentable, but I completely stressed myself out. Did I vow never to do that again? Nope. At this point, I know better. If I could change something about myself, this is what it would be. I would map out the address ahead of time. I would get my clothes ready the night before. And I would leave five minutes early — no, ten minutes! Even though I’ve vowed over and over again to do better, I literally did this on Tuesday of this week. The struggle is real, people!
Oh. This is a tough one. So many things to change, so little time. I have a friend who packs self-improvement books to read on vacation. I so admire that but I used to edit them and I know they’re a total waste of time in my case. I do try to minimize distractions (hey, look, Squirrel!) I try not to curse Marie Kondo. as I embark on yet another futile organization binge. (Hey look! Tag sale!). But here’s one that i can’t ever change: i have “Irish Rose” skin that burns indoors. (Note: For my birthday, I would like a pink parasol.)
Well, first of all, I’d change my age. I’d love to be thirty again and know then what I know now. Given that’s not going to happen, let me go through the list of things I’d change about myself and pick… patience. I’d get some. As my exasperated family could tell you, I’m notoriously impatient. I’m better now – which no one who didn’t know me previously would believe – but I could still use oodles more, especially on the roads in Los Angeles. I hear stories of road rage on the radio and think, uh oh, that could be me. First raging, then shot by the person I’m raging at. Deep breaths, Ellen, deep breaths before you press on that horn.
This one was especially tricky to write. Mainly because the things I initially thought of (be 20 pounds lighter, stop procrastinating, etc.) were things I realized I could change! So instead, I’m going to go with something superficial (and completely out of my control). I would love to be four inches taller. I’m 5’4 in an immediate family where everyone else is at least 5’8. Growing up, I just knew I would be tall like my Dad (6’1), my mom (5’8) and my big sister (5’9). I never quite made it. It didn’t help that my younger brother turned out to be 6’1 and my younger sister topped out at 5’10. For once, I would love not to have to stand on my tippy-toes in a family pic (See pic below)! Apparently I have a “tall aura” because everyone always tells me 1.) I thought you were taller or 2.) I thought you’d be taller. Small consolation though!
Oh, this is the kind of question that sends me spiraling. What would I like to change about myself? So. Many. Things. But for the sake of this post, I’ll just pick one at random: my tendency to start projects when I’m already working on other projects. For example, I’m looking for this one piece of paper, so I start moving things around on my desk, which turns into a Hey, I Really Need to Organize This so I clean the entire room and before long, I’m knee deep in colorful file folders sorting piles of papers I’ve set down to deal with later, but then I think You Know, I Really Need Somewhere to Put These, so an hour later, I’m at IKEA buying some kind of shelf thing (and while I’m there I probably end up browsing pillows or glassware as well). Long story short: all I needed was that one piece of paper but now I’m suddenly building furniture…
Readers, what would you change about yourself? If anything, because we know you’re (almost) perfect, too!
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