It's not that I've never been organized, but that no one else could easily see the method to my madness.

I've always been creatively organized.

So does the neatness and clearly recognizable organization demonstrated these last few weeks signify boring/mundane/lemming organization?

The transition has been relatively smooth, although a few roadblocks have popped up from time to time. The realization that I just can't organize the clothes by where I would wear them because that leaves a random empty half-drawer where the "mostly casual, but perhaps professionally-permissable" is, or I know, Beth, it IS weird, but I just couldn't stand the thought of not getting this laundry taken care of and put away when I have the time to do it, and then I decided to hang up my scarves and reorganize a tiny bit.

But it always comes back to the same thing, whether the organization is creative or not. This morning, I put my "Look, I'm thinking ahead" breakfast/snack yougurt into my backpack, into which I'd placed my running gear the night before. I put my iPod in its proper place. My cell phone tucked away into the new, superbitchin, dark teal messenger-bag-purse-love-child bag I bought myself this weekend.

Coat on. Sunglasses brought along, just in case. Ready to walk out the door.

Where the hell are my keys?