Tweedledeh

finchmishi:

I lost my permit this weekend. I haven’t done any drive times and I need to be done by June.

I also lost a very expensive pair of earrings given to me as a gift. I never even wore them for fear that I would lost them, and I lost them anyways.

I also lost my retainer a while ago. Still haven’t…

You’re scatterbrained. I lose things, too.
Try focusing on one thing at a time, and forget the rest. Really, you can. You may think, “I CAN’T. IT’S TOO IMPORTANT. I CAN’T, I CAN’T, WHAT IF I FORGET”
Don’t worry.
First, clean your room. I would move things around, too, if I can. Mother used to do this; I do this. It’s therapeutic, somehow. Sometimes, once I drag everything out into this big pile, and look at the empty room, I think, “Oh my god. I will never get this done. I am already so tired. Look at this. oh my god, what have I done”, but that doesn’t change the fact that everything is out there in a BIG FUCKING PILE and you have to put it away if you want to sleep.
So, you start, one step at a time, with the most obvious thing. Normally, I find a new place to put my bed. As much as I like to sleep, I like waking up to sunlight, so I’ll move my bed so that I get some at least on my feet. But, it’s so cold in the winter.. I don’t want my bed too close to the window. (Your room is small. Why don’t you switch your bed and desk placement? Your dad may need to help you. OR. We can schedule a weekend and I will come over and pull a Renny on the place.)
After the bed, the biggest problem, is in place, the second biggest problem can be put back. My desk, usually. I don’t like my computer in line of sight of the door because I’m paranoid; I want it facing away or to the side. So, I find a way to put my desk in my room. I rearrange with the bed, if necessary.
The dresser is next. It’s bigger than my desk, but it’s just for storage. Anywhere it fits, there it goes!
And everything else just.. falls into place. You’ve taken care of the big problems one step at a time, and while you weren’t crazy focused on everything else, your mind could slow down and better approach what’s at hand.

In the process, you’re also cleaning. Take all the shit out of your things. Organise them. You’ll find your stuff in the most surprising places, and if you don’t… well, I suppose it’s just a hard lesson learned.

But, at the end of the night, when you’ve pulled everything apart and turned everything upside down and turned a small problem into this hurricane of a mess, and then put it all back together so neatly and so snug, you climb into your bed so fucking proud of yourself because goddammit, I accomplished something that mattered to me.