I have GOT to have a place for everything. Could that be because there is so much Everything that it must be catalogued? Maybe. Maybe not.
I just had an epiphany! I spend an inordinate amount of time every day putting things back in their place. Ooh, what a concept, "place".
Come on now, ladies, don't you automatically put things away every day, too? Men, with their compartments, probably don't even see any objects out of place. Many don't even see what they are looking for when it is right in front of them. (Sexist remark, I'm sure, but it has borne out with every male I've encountered. But, that's another topic altogether.)
Just plain old walking through engages peripheral vision and the stuff that is not where it belongs such as a piece of clothing, drinking glasses, junk mail, project goodies, receipts to be filed - catches my eye. Yells at me.
It is a seemingly small deal in the larger scheme of things yet that "inordinate amount of time" is when the activity gets your attention.
I don't have a houseful of kids on a daily basis anymore and my husband is not particularly messy. Quite clean, in fact.
I think my sense of well-being is attached to living in order. I can better focus on what's needful outside of my realm when nothing at home is calling for my attention.
