Visible Stacks

I quit being judgmental when I realized that for every yin there is a yang and for every zig there is a zag.  That means no one is exactly like me (thank goodness!) with a flip side being that I don’t have to be exactly like anyone else.  My mother not only knew where everything belonged, she put it there, and then remembered where it was.  She did her best to mold me.  Truth is, I just have a different way of keeping up.  You have two visible sayings this week.  I keep thinking if I re-sort, like objects will end up together.  I also believe that important papers in sight will be found more easily.  Sometimes this works; sometimes not.

DNA may not be the reason.  Just the act of moving on is probably more responsible. In the midst of some grand scheme, a squirrel ran by.  It was time to put clothes in the dryer, or run a carpool, or finish a chapter in a book. My justification for walking away is that I would get back to whatever it was later.  Then company would come and all would have to be swept up, piled in a box, and shoved in a closet.  Several days later I could ponder over now what did I do with.

I have a theory that occupation, parenting choices, and my habits led to organized disorganization.  Have you ever known a teacher – well,, maybe one- who wasn’t flipping through a stack of papers trying to find the right one? I also liked children to entertain themselves which involved Legos and stuffed animals in various places.  My own sewing projects seemed to spill over next to the nearest chair. Again, excuses make everything all right.   When finished, this project said it all.

But all things should be done decently and in order.

I Corinthians 14:40