||[Dec. 17th, 2004|03:22 pm]
Now, I'll be the first to say I HATE new-year's resolutions. I do. And usually, I hate the type of people who make them. You know the type that signs up for a gym membership on Jan 1, never to be seen inside it again. I resolved when I was very young that I would never make a new-year's resolution and never be that person. |
Goals, however. Goals are different, especially when they come throughout the year. I think setting a goal is great. And since it's not quite the new year and since I have deemed goals acceptable, I have a new one.
I need to get organized. I've had this need ever since I moved in with Mark; but the desire really struck me recently. Not really sure why I suddenly have this instinct other than losing things occasionally that should never be lost. I know Mark bought the house and really if the shit hit the fan, he's the one screwed most out of the deal. But, for some reason, I have this overwhelming since of responsibility... for him. He and I now live together. Live. Together. I need to care for another person more than I've ever cared for anyone in my life. (Keep in mind that I'm an only child and never had that sibling thing to teach me all that while I was growing up.) And part of that responsibility is to be organized.
Yeah, and there's a difference between what I'm feeling and the 'making him dinner every night, drawing his bath and cleaning the house' bullshit someone could infer. No. What I feel is this need to make sure we're both - good. But, I've never had to make sure anyone else was good besides me before. Not really sure how to go about it. Somehow, I think being organized will help. I know I'll be less stressed and hell, that's worth it in and of itself.
Not really sure how to get more organized. If I knew, I probably wouldn't need to do it. And that's my goal, my general desire, my resolution thingy: To get more organized. I think it will be good for us both.