When I am stressed, I organize.

Organization is my means of gaining control over a world in which I have very little.  The less control I have over the variables in my life, the more I organize.  Of course, my organization has little to no effect on the elements of my future which are out of my control.  But when I am organizing, I can fool my psyche into believing that I have power, that I am in control, and that because I am so on top of things, everything is bound to turn my way.

And then I run out of things to organize.  I can only relabel my filing cabinet so many times.  My house isn't that big, and I organize it too often.

And so I settle back into confusion and panic--but at least my office is clean.