My spices are organized in my spice drawer by type of spice—spicy, sweet, herb, etc. It’s kind of hard to explain, but it’s by what food they go into. My desk is pretty clear now, but when I was sick it was a total mess. Although I still knew where things were.
I used to miss appointments occasionally, but now I use google calendar and get plenty of warning for everything. My finances aren’t as organized as I would like, because Quicken does some funky things when connecting with banks and I just can’t figure out how to reconcile it. As a result, I think some of my accounts are double counted, which is disturbing.
I have a friend who kept all her clothes in a pile in the middle of her bedroom. I don’t even know if they were dirty or clean, but it was an impressive pile of clothes. She was seeing a therapist at the time, and I think this was the subject of some discussion. I don’t know what happened since then, since I don’t go to her house any more. But now I realize that this kind of disorganization can be a reflection of mental disorganization or mental illness. I know it was for me. I think it was for my friend, too. I think of other friends with this problem, and I think one could make the case that something dysfunctional is going on in many of these situations.