I was holding it together (in a manner of speaking). All I had to do was get my kids down the aisle at a gazillion dollar wedding, in front of a bazillion people, where I would most probably have to carry my feisty, uncooperative daughter, while wearing 5-inch heels, on grass, after walking down steps, with a smile on my face so as not to mess up my best friend's wedding.
As someone who was always anxious around large groups of women, and one who doesn't do particularly well in small, confined areas, I practically turned catatonic when the doors opened and five beautiful plum bridesmaids entered that tiny elevator.
"So this is it," I thought, "this is how I go. In an elevator, swallowed up by five women" (some of who were also wearing fake eyelashes).
My life flashed before my eyes. I started entering the light.
I was interrupted by a bridesmaid bumping into me. She smiled and said, "sorry". The next thing I know, I blurted out...
"You all look so beautiful."
And do you know what? Every single one of those women's body language relaxed and I heard sighs of relief and lots of "thank you" and "you too" and "thanks".
Then I had an epiphany. Every single one of those women were as nervous as I was. We all had to walk down that aisle. We didn't want to mess up. We wanted our friend's day to be perfect.
We had Shit. In. Common.
So, why is a professional organizer writing about almost wetting her pants in an elevator (seriously, do you know what bladder control is like for a mom coming off of two births)? My point is that even your worst fear coming true can be overcome. And guess what? Even if you think you are the only one with a struggle, there are many more with the exact same struggle. It's never JUST you. Instead of feeling guilty that you are the only one with an unorganized house, realize that pretty much everyone is unorganized in some aspect of their life. Don't let the fear of tackling the disorganization prevent you from increasing the functionality of your household.