Updated: Jan 18, 2022
When I was a little girl, probably beginning around seven years old, my mom would have me organize the Tupperware cupboard in our house. She pulled me aside one day and said, "Carrie, I know how much you like organize things, and I know how much this cupboard is driving me crazy. I need you to organize it, however you want, however you can. And I need you to do it every week."
I'm pretty sure the first thing I felt was a twinge of "Ugh...I don't wanna" like any normal seven-year-old kid, but the annoyance quickly faded when I realized the sheer joy I would feel from completing such a task. My mom was no slouch; she knew what she was doing when she tapped into my inner-organizer drive and requested my assistance. I sat down in the kitchen, at that exact moment, and began the process I'd repeat over and over again, well, basically for the rest of my life.