I'm an organized person.
Not because it ever came easily to me. In fact, my brain was a whirling dervish of fists, elbows, thoughts, and confusion until I hit the age of twenty-seven.
I became organized out of necessity. When I was thirty, I decided to leave my husband (now ex). I had two small children, and chaos ensued quickly.
Somehow, being in that survival mode gave me laser-focus to the point that I was even organizing how I bagged my groceries (p.s. I love Aldi).
This organizational method came in handy when I went to school full-time, worked two jobs, and cared for children. While I couldn't do everything I wanted when I wanted it, I liked to stability the organization granted me and the flexibility that came with not being too stringent.
Now that I'm on the road to publication, organizing my thoughts helps me prepare. I have a lot of ideas that can go in many directions at any given time. The curse of having a neurodivergent brain can overwhelm anyone with a personality disorder, chemical imbalance, or funky brain waves.
A lot of times, with neurodivergence, the synapses in your brain skip a beat or don't create a heavy enough source to shoot the communication from one neuron to another. This can create fractured thoughts, fumbles, mumbles, and other skips in the pattern of your brain.
Without organization and the ability to organize, I may never have had the option to sit down and write out my thoughts, even if I wanted to be a writer. Somehow, despite my lack of an inherited sense of organization, I'm really good at it now. I actually love it.
It helps calms my brain in ways that even my mood stabilizer and fibromyalgia meds cannot.
I'm not saying the organization is for everyone. Some people work best in their chaos. It just didn't work for me.
Feel free to reach out if you'd like some pointers on getting organized email@example.com!
Good luck, happy writing, and sending lots of good thoughts your way.