August 29, 2013 § 7 Comments
I like order, or, maybe more accurately, I like the appearance of order. The top of the desk neat, arrangement of clothes, on hangers or in drawers, pictures displayed in simple fashion, paintings on the wall just right, furniture set nicely. No clutter, no excess.
My need for order is a subconscious murmur that is telling me to move on, that this stuff that doesn’t ‘fit’ is not worth any further investment and there are better places to spend my energy. I have come to understand that what is important needs to be present and has a place, if I don’t immediately see it fitting neatly into my world it probably never will.
I have not always been this diligent and a few reminders linger. From time to time fate reunites me with coffers of forgotten items, unfit bits I culled, pushing them into drawers, boxes and the depths of closets, out of sight from my discerning eye.
On these occasions I first rummage through what has been put out of mind, little interest exists except perhaps a touch of anxiety blending with nostalgia, then I close the box, carry it out to the alley way and carelessly toss it in the trash.