everyone has a junk drawer. mine is the top left hand drawer of my desk. it collects pens, pencils, receipts, hand lotion, scissors, half done packs of post-it notes, nail files, nail polish remover, keys, clips, index cards of information that i never ever use, my wallet...
every once in a while, i'll quasi-clean it out, just to sort of see the bottom of it and feel all refreshed, but then it's right back to business again. truth is, my desk has five other drawers, but i'll be damned if i'm opening any other one throughout the course of the day remotely near the number of times i jerk that special drawer, so for all intents and purposes, that big ol' desk might as well just have come with one. top left.
i've been looking at everything in life as a metaphor lately. i just can't stop and i have a sneaking suspicion that my junk drawer seems to be one, as well. yes, it's a mess, but everything i ever really need is usually in there, all i have to do is jerk that sticky drawer open and rummage a bit. sometimes what i need is gratefully right on top, sometimes i really need to shove layers of redundant writing utensils aside to find the the telephone number to that place that i wrote down on the back of a magazine subscription card two years ago. isn't that great?
today, feeling perhaps overwhelmed for whatever reason, i jerked my The Drawer to find a red pen, and i had to literally shove through pounds of candy, and leaves that a child picked for me *to make tea*. i mean really?? i LOVE IT!!!
what metaphors do you see in your life today?
every once in a while, i'll quasi-clean it out, just to sort of see the bottom of it and feel all refreshed, but then it's right back to business again. truth is, my desk has five other drawers, but i'll be damned if i'm opening any other one throughout the course of the day remotely near the number of times i jerk that special drawer, so for all intents and purposes, that big ol' desk might as well just have come with one. top left.
i've been looking at everything in life as a metaphor lately. i just can't stop and i have a sneaking suspicion that my junk drawer seems to be one, as well. yes, it's a mess, but everything i ever really need is usually in there, all i have to do is jerk that sticky drawer open and rummage a bit. sometimes what i need is gratefully right on top, sometimes i really need to shove layers of redundant writing utensils aside to find the the telephone number to that place that i wrote down on the back of a magazine subscription card two years ago. isn't that great?
today, feeling perhaps overwhelmed for whatever reason, i jerked my The Drawer to find a red pen, and i had to literally shove through pounds of candy, and leaves that a child picked for me *to make tea*. i mean really?? i LOVE IT!!!
what metaphors do you see in your life today?
