We have a silver ice bucket and candelabra in the closet of the bathroom by kitchen.
It makes no sense, really, but that’s where they’ve been for eighteen years since we moved into this house. They live in that cabinet because that’s where we first put them, temporarily, just for now, just while we get things organized.
The cabinet shelves were big, those things happen to fit there at the time, they got neatly tucked away and, voilà, that’s where they’ve stayed.
Oh there’s other stuff stashed around, not too much, but enough to make me aware of how things tend to stay where we first put them.
A zippered bag of scrapbooking materials in the front hall closet, a box of old music CDs in the dining room china cabinet, and the paper bouquet made of ribbons and bows from my bridal shower gifts.
If you move a few towels, you can still see it tucked away on the top shelf of the linen closet. I should throw that away but maybe I’ll wait until my 25th wedding anniversary!
Things tend to stay were we first put them.
As a Navy brat, I had 13 homes before I left for college. The day the movers arrived at a new house was the most exciting day ever!
My mom’s command central were her markers and clipboard stacked with packing slips. Seeing those brown boxes come in the house, the rooms slowly filling up with cartons and pieces of furniture, was sheer glee.
It was like going on a wild adventure in a new land, only with all your stuff.
Things were unwrapped fast and, in the kitchen, that was critical. If silverware was put in the wrong drawer – not one near the table or the dishwasher – it would end up staying there and bugging you for the entire two years you lived in that house.
So my mom was particular about where things got put first.
I was rearranging things in that closet by our bathroom the other day. Looking at the ice bucket and candelabra, it was like I was seeing them for the first time.
What on earth are they doing in that closet and why have I allowed that to happen for so long? What do visitors think when they open that closet looking for tissues or a hand towel?
My guests must think I’ve gone insane
Hopefully they smile and nod their heads knowing they have the same weirdo stuff going on in their house, and I’m not crazy, and they’re not crazy, and why can’t we all just back off from feeling like we have to have it all together, all the time, already? Cathy, if you’re reading this, I have just three words: black touchier lamp. Enough said 🙂
Sitting here sipping on my coffee and looking at a desk I presume you think is neat and organized, I see this:
- 3 thank you cards I was supposed to send in June
- a pile of old rolodex cards I need to chuck in the trash or add to my contacts
- an overflowing “in” box that’s morphed into an “I can’t deal with this right now” box
- stacks of index cards, random pens, and the remote to an old XM satellite box that no longer works.
This affects my business
What work-related things are stuck where I originally put them? Things right in front of me I no longer notice, hiding in plain sight?
Maybe those things are ideas, conference notes I never referred back to, training courses, outdated software, books, or old products.
Maybe it’s simply a direction I’ve been heading down for so long it hasn’t occurred to me to change course.
I’m in the mood to clear the decks, weed out, refresh my thinking. But first, I’ll need to notice what’s been hanging around past its prime, hiding out where it first got put.