It's Hard to Make a Difference When You Can't Find Your Keys The Seven-Step Path to True Organization

by Paul, Marilyn Byfield

• ISBN13: 9780670031948
• ISBN10: 0670031941
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2002-12-30
• Publisher: Viking Adult

Summary

Paul combines the cutting-edge systems-change theory she employs as a management consultant with a profound spiritual understanding that springs from practicing meditation to launch readers on a path to deeper personal discovery--after which they will be able to find their keys in the morning.

Author Biography

Marilyn Byfield Paul has a Ph.D. in organization and management from Yale University and an MBA from Cornell University. She is a management consultant with clients that include Harvard University, The New York Times Company, and Motorola.

Table of Contents

Introduction: Organizing as a Path to Growth	xi
PART I. LAYING THE FOUNDATION
There Must Be a Desk in Here Somewhere	3	(14)
What Is Your Compelling Purpose for Organizing?	17	(16)
Visioning: It's Also About the Little Picture	33	(16)
Taking Stock	49	(25)
You Can't Go It Alone: Choose True Support	74	(21)
PART II. DRAWING ON ORGANIZING WISDOM
The Rhythm of Organizing	95	(23)
Things: We Own Them, They Don't Own Us	118	(16)
Master Your Time and Your Tasks	134	(15)
Make Sure Your Word Is Good	149	(13)
Focus Your Powerful Mind	162	(20)
Make Music Out of the Ordinary: Spirituality and Organizing	182	(23)
PART III. GETTING THE RESULTS YOU WANT FOR YOURSELF, YOUR FAMILY, AND AT WORK
Get Traction, Take Effective Action	205	(20)
Going Deeper to Keep Going	225	(19)
Your Home Could Be Your Castle	244	(20)
Organizing Your Organization	264	(19)
Epilogue	283	(18)
APPENDIXES
1 Areas of Disorganization: Self-Assessment Survey	289	(4)
2 Your Take-Action Checklist	293	(2)
3 Guide to Helpful Book and Web Resources	295	(6)
Acknowledgments	301

Excerpts

1There Must Be a Desk in Here SomewhereMy desk was piled high with papers, empty coffee cups, and unopened mail. Perhaps there was even an outdated check lurking in there somewhere. I couldn't tell. The floor served as my filing cabinet. I didn't put papers into files because I was afraid I wouldn't find them again. I still couldn't find them easily, but at least I thought I knew their general whereabouts. I was a management consultant at a demanding firm. My clients and colleagues counted on me to deliver excellent, timely work. I did deliver, most of the time, but at great cost-recurring late-night work sessions; anguished preparation time; and frequent, frantic searches for missing information, my hair standing on end because I couldn't find the folder with the critical data. Some of the intensity stemmed from the very nature of my work, but much of the pressure came from me. Even though I tried to focus and to feel balanced and self-confident-I had practiced meditation for years-my life and work grew ever more stressful because I was usually running late. Rushing to the airport for business trips, I'd skid into the jetway, my heart pounding, just before the crew closed the door. Sometimes it was a high, sometimes I hated it. Running late for meetings, forgetting something yet again, submitting invoices way past deadline, I was creating havoc around me. I valued integrity, but I often broke agreements because I double-booked myself. In addition, I had several years of unfiled taxes. I would lie there, sleepless, worrying about the size of the debt ($1,000? $50,000?), but I still couldn't get my tax returns in the mail. And despite my M.B.A., I had no clue what I owed on my credit cards, because I couldn't find the last set of bills (or any set of bills, for that matter). My personal space was also very messy. When I invited people over, I would swoop through my apartment and throw the clutter into a closet or stash extra belongings under the bed or in the tub, and hope that people didn't peek behind the shower curtain. Things would stay in the closet, only to be buried by the next sweep through. I rarely hung up my clothes. My sink was piled with dirty dishes. I would often lose phone messages. I longed to live in a peaceful, beautiful space. I wanted a sanctuary, but I created chaos. Embarrassing? Very. Could I tell anyone what my life was like? No. I wanted to change, but I got little help from the many books on organizing. To organized people, and in most of the organizing books, the obvious answer is: Pull yourself together, create a plan, and "just do it" or "do it now." Put the keys in one place. File or throw out the mess on the desk and the clutter on the floor. Get rid of the excess stuff in the closets. Put everything in its place. Decide to be on time. That made sense to me, too, so I would try to "do it now." I'd sort the papers on my desk, finally get the dishes done, and then frustratingly I'd be disorganized all over again. What was my problem? How could I fix it? I had accomplished a lot in life. How come I couldn't master the ordinary tasks of every day? What is challenging is that chronic disorganization-like a chronic weight problem-feels as if it has a life of its own. I truly wanted to be different; I wanted to live without chaos and lateness. I just couldn't seem to do it. I would get completely fed up with the mess, the frenzy, and the panic. I would say, "Okay. This is it. This weekend I am throwing everything away. I'm clearing off the desk and the floor, hanging up all the clothes and doing all the dishes. I am creating some peace in this place. And, from now on, I'm arriving on time." But that declaration never worked. After many, many wasted weekends of failing to clean up and failing to have any fun or relaxation, I hired a professional organizer-I'll call her Jane. We sat at my desk in my home office and after several pai