I have a bad habit of leaving my books everywhere but on my book shelf. And my clothing everywhere but inside of my dresser. This is either a throwback to when I was a child in a straw hut, or the inevitable curse of being a very busy, messy girl.

I not only toss things everywhere, but I invite them into places they *really* do not belong. Take my books for example. I am frequently storing them on my bed with me. When I finish reading and am ready to retire for the evening, I don’t even toss them to the floor. I curl them up into my breast with me and turn over.

Today I decided to tidy things up a little bit, and I was impressed with the result. It’s a mindless task but for some reason, I feel accomplished and in control of myself when I exert even the tiniest bit of discipline over my more troublesome idiosyncrasies.

Now, if I could only conquer the rest of my self…