Messy
I have always lived with a certain level of organized personal clutter. Albert Einstein said, “If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what then, is an empty desk?” This comforting quote serves me well throughout the year. However, there is a period of about three to four weeks late October through mid-November when my home office is a gargantuan mess.
This is the time when I bring the cornucopia of gifts I have collected throughout the year out of the closet; join them up with recent purchases and then surround the pile with empty boxes, gift bags, wrapping paper, ribbon and bows, scissors and tape. I am blessed with a big circle.
I do prioritize; GGK’s (great-grand children) first, then GK’s (grandchildren), packages to mail, December birthdays, and finally the rest. As I wrap, label, decorate and begin dispersing the mass to the garage for temporary storage, I listen to soul-soothing music to help me stay on track and not go nuts. I keep muttering to myself that I am not going to keep doing this, and then…another season sneaks up on me. To my amazement the closet is again full of gifts and I am always surprised!
I forge through the resistance to go pyro or rent a dumpster. And then the moment comes. The last packages have been processed, mailed and warehoused. I return unselected gifts along with all the accoutrement to the closet (which I took the time to re-organize). I clean, dust and vacuüm.
Turning on the little twinklie lights that outline the window and listening to The Mormon Tabernacle Choir belt out ‘Hallelujah’, I am content. The chaos is over. My regular messy is wonderful!