In college, my life was a hot mess. But I knew how to organize your notes.
Seriously. I couldn’t be trusted to eat real food, so I had to have weeks’ worth of dinner servings in the freezer at any point. My room was always a mess because I lived off campus and I spent almost all my time either in the library or at Connor’s house. At any given moment I had over 100 unanswered emails in my inbox.
But my notes… oh, my notes.
My notes were perfect.
My notes were organized.
Because with everything else, I could fake it ’till I make it. Sure, my room was messy, but I didn’t let it spill into the common areas. And I just spent one day a month making food so I had a solid stock of dinner and lunches frozen for later. And every now and then I would power through that inbox. With my notes, though, there wasn’t really room for a slip-up. If my notes were disorganized or messy, my productivity was shot.