Got Monkeys?

I am going to let you in on an embarrassing secret that only my closest friends know.

Are you ready? Good.

I am not a slob. Oh no. I do not mess things up wherever I go. I don’t leave piles of papers, books, clothes, makeup and accessories all over the place. And I do not, I repeat, DO NOT throw my shoes all around the house.

It’s the monkeys, people.

Yes, I’m afraid to admit that I am followed around by a gang of very bad monkeys. I will leave a room in perfectly neat condition. But as soon as I leave the area, the monkeys spring into action, causing chaos and mayhem in their wake.

Okay, maybe that’s just a clever (crazy?) excuse to make people laugh because I truly can’t stand that I am this way. It’s even worse since I’ve been writing so much. An enormous amount of my mental energy goes into my writing, and there just isn’t enough left behind for cleaning, which I find to be even more of a mental chore.

I was with my friend, Certified Professional Organizer Debbie Carney, today and she made me feel a lot better about my messy primate, um, “friends”.

She pegged me correctly – I am an Innovator personality. And while I love to have things around me organized, I don’t take the time to do it because I am always moving forward. I never look back, and I never really lose sight of where I’m going, which leaves my whole environment open to rampaging, shoe-flinging monkeys.

It's not a character flaw. It's just how I am. If everyone was made to be super organized, the world would be a boring place, and Deb would be out of work!

For me, I think that what my life really needs is a zookeeper.

Or maybe I just need a professional organizer with a tranquilizer gun to thwart any future monkey attacks.