Born Organized?

Diane had a timely post about organization and why it matters for fitness. In particular, eating right is not a spur of the moment thing for most of us. When the word "Organization" enters the picture, I tend to have a similar reaction to when I hear the word "Excellence"-- I break out in virtual hives and hastily change the subject. I'll get into my excellence-avoidance another time, but I want to tackle the other one now. I think I rebel against organization because (1) I'm not good at it and (2)sometimes organized people are also tense and controlling, two no-nos in my book. I prefer relaxed and cheerful. So is it possible that you can be organized, relaxed, and cheerful?

I was thinking about this today and I realized that among other sources of resistance, I'm worried about messing with the stuff I like about myself. I have a lively internal critic and I can give you a detailed list with footnotes about what's wrong with me. The part that seems to work well is the affectionate, accepting, consider-the-lilies, you're-gonna-be-okay part, which was sort of the warm core of my mom. Recently it dawned that the warmth and the acceptance are probably quite separate from my organization or lack of it. It's not a barter thing, where I have to trade, or even something I could trade if I wanted to. Not being organized is a branch in the path making me stumble. I can clear the path and I'll still be me, hopefully minus some of the skinned knees and barked elbows.

Getting better at this, or at anything-- including fat loss-- doesn't have to mean a repudiation of the way I used to be. I'm just looking for a way that works better. Doesn't mean I'm shunning the old me. Isn't that odd? I'm so concerned with hurting my own feelings. Perhaps I need to write myself a nice note :).

Have a great week, everybody. Try Zumba!