I was wondering recently about the things I keep easy access to, and what they say about me. I almost never wear pants without pockets anymore – I’ve gotten used to carrying two hands’ worth of objects and my phone. It feels really weird on the occasion I do wear them and have to juggle stuff.
On the other hand, I no longer keep access to a portable charger. I have a charger – it’s not as though my phone would work if I didn’t – but it’s on my desk, a solid kind meant to have my phone standing up, and plugged into one of those outlets you don’t really want to get to to take it out of. I used to have a much more portable charger on hand on the daily – I had to, going from place to place as I was. But I live a lot more of my life around a central location, and now my portable charger is in an obnoxiously crinkly plastic bag, in a drawer, under other bits and bobs, where it only gets excavated a handful of times a year. (My mouse’s charger, on the other hand, is on the shortlist, and in easy reach of my mouse.)
And this is in everything, isn’t it? The fact that I carry Lactaid and Kleenex on the regular but have long since stopped carrying a mechanical pencil. The fact that the muffin tins are easier to get to than the ice cream maker – a year-round affair, not just approaching winter. The fact that I deliberately put the guac in the back of the fridge because I knew I’d still reach for that if I couldn’t see it, but maybe not for the things that are now in front.
And I wonder – if this is what my life says about me… what does yours say about you?
How do you organize yourself?
