A place for everything and everything in its place, was a phrase I heard over and over as a child. To be honest, I don’t think I really understood this saying until very recently. Most of us spent the month of January and February cleaning out and purging after the holidays, an annual ritual for many. For me, the process of cleaning out and really finding a permanent place for everything has just begun.
What began as a simple task has become more of a metaphor for life. It seems that just when things are “put away,” that is when that crazy thing called change sneaks up, shifts everything and things become unsettled and somehow without place. Change is a pattern and rhythm of life that simply can’t be avoided.
However, once the dust settles. It is time to pick everything up and begin finding a proper place for it. Do I hold on to this? What stays and what goes? The joy that follows releasing what must be let go, is surprising. When you find the proper place for things, something magical happens, a shift. When you think about it, there is the permanence with place.
We all crave it and I am finally finding mine, one drawer at a time.
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