A gift that keeps giving.
I spend a fair amount of time organising my closet. I like it neat and orderly.
Then I wake up late, have to rush around and the act of pulling a T-shirt can undo then entire organization of said closet.
I often leave everything heaped on the floor, only to come home in the evenings and be confronted with the mess.
My closet, my obsession with keeping it orderly, is a metaphor for my own life.
No matter my concerted efforts to keep it level, it always descends into chaos.