But it's not. I'm a failed Virgo. I love to think about organization, but I'm not so good at the follow-through. It seems virtually impossible for me to finish an organization project at home. I get really really really close, and then I lose interest. Need proof? Come on over and check out my halfway organized gift wrap. My kinda-sorta organized craft supplies. My loosely arranged pantry. My mostly empty shoe organization boxes. The list could go on and on.
Even with all my failures, however, I still spend a lot of time thinking about organization systems. You could even describe me as a weirdo who has thinking about organization as a hobby. I could put a bookshelf over there. Some cubbies would be awesome here. What I really need is a binder to corral all of this stuff (self-disclosure... I may or may not have a binder problem). That's what goes on in my head when I have downtime alone. Riveting, I know.
I allow myself to traipse along those mental passages for a while, and then I tend to go to the other extreme: screw it - get rid of everything! The mood switch usually happens because organizing is messy business. You have to drag everything out before you can put it all away. And in the midst of the dragging everything out, this is what happens to me: