Anita Chaudhuri
Recently, my sister gave me a present that, although modest, would change my life. It was a pencil case, decorated with the characters from Peanuts, a childhood favourite of mine, and featuring different zipped compartments. Strange to say, I have never possessed such an item in my grown-up life. Not so strange to say, I am always the person scrabbling around asking, ‘Er, has anyone got a pen?’ minutes before an important interview. Or, at least, I used to be…
After a couple of weeks of realising how much easier, and more efficient, my life was now I could always access vital writing implements, the penny dropped. Far from being boring, maybe a little organisation might, in fact, free up my energy to get more done? This was a difficult thought to take on board because, like many people who regard themselves as ‘creative’ types, I have always believed that chaos equals good things like creativity and spontaneity while, say, colour-coded ring binders and sticky labels are the enemy of originality.