Jill.
âSo, I have a thought about how to start your day tomorrow,â I say. âAs weâve been talking about, we are working on bringing order into your life, changing old patterns that donât work with new ones that do.â
âRight, that sounds good,â she says attentively. âWhatâs your idea?â
âYou need a launch pad for your keys.â
Her eyebrows raise quizzically.
âA launch pad,â I repeat. âA place where you always put your keys and maybe your ID and glasses, too. That way, youâll know thatâs the place theyâre always going to beâ¦and every morning, thatâs where youâll launch your day.â
Slowly, as if an unseen hand was drawing it methodically, a smile etches itself across her face.
âA launch pad,â Jill says, starry-eyed âYes, a launch pad. What do I have to use? A boxâ¦a hookâ¦a basketâ¦a tray?â
I smile back. âItâs your launch pad. You can use whatever you like. You just need to make sure you know where it is and keep it in the same placeâ¦so that the moment you enter your friendâs house, youâll leave your keys there and then every morning thatâs where theyâll be. On the launch pad, ready to lift off.â
This seemed to really resonate with Jill. First of all, it was an action-oriented solution, something she could do right away and without great difficulty. But more importantly, and Jill appreciated this, the launch pad served as an image, a reminder of how oneâs day can begin, not in confusion and distraction but with precision and predictability.
The next week, Jill arrived for her appointment on time. And she entered the room not in a huff but with a smile.
âGo ahead,â she says, âask me about my forgetfulness this week. Iâm ready to answer.â
âOkay,â I respond. âSo tell me, did you forget any items, appointments, things like that this past week?â
âNope,â she said triumphantly, âand hereâs why.â She reached into her pocketbook and pulled out a small, uncovered trinket box, one, she explained, that she hadnât used in years. âMy launch pad,â she says, proudly. âI have a spot for it right by the kitchen door.â Moreover, Jill went on to tell me, she had not neglected the area around the launch pad. In fact, you could say that a major redevelopment project had been undertaken in the area: the table cleared and the space near the door rearranged so that her launch pad had its ownâ¦well, space. That wasnât all, she reported. She built a launch pad at her office, tooâbut this one was project oriented for critical tasks to distribute to others. This, too, was accompanied by a cleaning and rearranging of her workspace.
That week, you might say, all systems were go for Jill. Is this an ADHD âcureâ? No, but itâs a small success to build upon. And she has. You could see the impact on her organization and on her self-esteem; she began to regain confidence, as she could now trust herself that her mornings would be a little less frantic and a little more consistent. Iâm happy to add that since she âlaunchedâ her launch pad, she has not missed a morning meeting again because of time spent looking for her keys.
My experience with Jill illustrates a few important points about organization. First, individual moments of forgetfulness and disorganization can have major consequences.
Second, just as one episode of forgetfulness triggered a series of negative events, so can one small step lead to giant leaps of improvement in the organization of oneâs life. The launch pad is a simple solution, but it has effects that go far beyond knowing where your keys are. You begin to think about other things you can organize. You have more time. You are less stressed before you leave the house in the morning. You enter a new