Last night followed the same pattern as all my nights have this year: me promising myself I’ll go to bed early. And then suddenly, halfway through simultaneously chatting to a friend online, watching Masterchef and reading about geese taking down spaceships, I realised it was pretty much midnight. I got changed and brushed my teeth. I started a new book. I cuddled a cat. But it was still at least half one before I went to sleep, because I was restless.
‘So how long were you here for?’ the cab driver asked. We were on our way to the airport and I really, really didn’t want to leave.1
‘Just a week.’
‘A week in Paradise,’ he replied.
- So much so, I’d already asked a porter at the hotel to hide me in the luggage room. He laughed like I was joking and told me he could find me a job. I did seriously consider it for a minute. ↩
‘Everyone makes fun of me when I speak Spanish, but I’m like, ‘Cheerleaders have a strong accent!’’
It was at that point I realised it was going to be a long day.
Lately I’ve been on an organisational kick, and that’s moved from real life to online. I have a ton of things to sort and go through, like my Flickr account, but I’ve noticed a common theme in both online and offline organisation: having a system that works is crucial. Anything that’s too much effort to do just won’t be done, which means you’ll end up back at square one within weeks.