Our surroundings are an integral part of our identity and affect everything about us even down to the way we think. It is human nature to try and tame our surroundings whether its conquering a new frontier or organizing a bedroom. Obviously I chose to attempt the latter (mostly because I have yet to amass my army) but also because my room could using a little sprucing up...or a lot of sprucing up.
A warzone, aftermath of a nuclear meltdown, or a scene from after a 9.0 earthquake. These are the images that would flood your head when you open the door to my room. I hyperbolize a little bit of course but my room was one of those things that could definitely use a makeover. Before continuing one should note that its a lifestyle choice to have a disaster for a room and though others may perceive it as dysfunctional I have no problem with it. My room is a dystopia. I know exactly where everything is located and can navigate through my room in the dark but it is the messiest thing ever. After spending a good few hours over the last few days I believe my room is now habitable by people other than just myself. I was proud of my work and thought about how in class we engage in a lot of metacognitive examinations of the self but now I get the chance to examine a job that I personally completed.
I'll be honest, like I always try to be in these blogs, I wasn't entirely satisfied with the job I have done. I still have that sixth sense of knowing where everything is but now I feel like the job will never be done. Sure my room may seem organized for the moment but to keep it this way requires constant maintenance and reorganization every time things get a little messy. See what you've done Mr. Allen? You've created turmoil in my mind over something as trivial as the status of my room. Now I am pondering whether it is worth the constant cleaning to have a neat room. Before I began my project I felt like cleaning my room because I could blog about it and because I knew it would please my parents. Then while in the midst of my project all I could really think about was that I have way too many clothes. Now that I have completed my project I wonder if it will ever truly be done and whether or not I had just wasted my time. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it was not a waste of time and I hope that Aristotle can back me up on this point. From this experience I have probably gained more than I have lost. I have a cleaner room, happier parents, and something to blog about. The only thing I really lost was a couple hours and God knows I've wasted more time on dumber things.
Veering back from my tangent I suppose I should discuss the matter of actual organization. I think organizational skills are extremely valuable and having things in order is beneficial in almost anything and everything. Of course I cannot always practice what I preach because often I am disorganized and messy. I suppose it is a constant war to stay organized but the benefits are sweet. All in all, this was a weird experiment and I'm still not entirely sure of its purpose. All I know is that it got me to think about my working process and work ethic in a metacognitive lens and I guess that is pretty cool.
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