Today’s post is all about organization. What is it? Why do it? What causes it? Any thoughts?
If you know me, you know that I’m an organization freak. I don’t show it often because I don’t want to look crazy, or I just don’t want them moving my stuff around, hah. I organize everything, from my high-heels (which are hung nicely with its own separate compartment) to my clothes (organized by dress, shirt, and colors, often changing) to even my underwear drawer (by color, type, and style, each with its own dividers). I get weirded out when things are left out or doesn’t have its own drawer. When I have time, I like to organize my closet all over again and clean my room, in an orderly fashion, with lists. Call me OCD, but I really just love the feeling of everything having its own place. I love boxes. I love storage containers…and I love the Container Store. My friends tell me that I like “boxes-within-boxes-within-boxes”. Which is true. And weird.
Not many people know this about me, of course, because that’s just plain embarrassing. Haha. I think it all started with my dad. Growing up, he never really kept the house the same. The furniture always moved around, new arrangements were made with our DVD’s and CD’s, our TV’s would move back and forth, upstairs, downstairs, and so forth. I think I grew up with his influence, and every once in awhile, I feel the need to move my stuff around and find a new place for everything. I’m just crazy like that.
On my pinterest page, I have a section for organizing, in which I posted a few of my favorite pictures found on the internet.
Organizing makes me really happy… is that weird? I like the feeling of an organized house and room…but life goes on. Things pile up, and the house gets messy. Life just happens. We can’t control the things that happen to us, and it may get unorganized. But every once in awhile, just like our faith, we need to rebuild it, clean it, reorganize, arrange it, and make it new again. Faith, just like our lives, can get tricky, complicated, and well, unorganized. But at the same time, there is beauty in its randomness, spontaneity, and adventure-ness. I don’t always keep up with this organized lifestyle…but I wish I could. I wish my house would look like the pictures above, but it doesn’t. Nothing is perfect and nothing is always organized. You kinda just have to go with the flow of things. Let things get a little messy, because that’s just life. You can’t have a mess to clean up without the adventure that put that mess there in the first place. But every once in awhile, it’s nice to make things neat and clean and start anew.