Have you ever hidden something so well, even you couldn’t find it? It’s happened to me, and it’s quite alarming.
Anyone who's followed me knows I’m a woman who thrives in clutter. I admit I have far too much stuff for my liking, but everything has its place. The problem is some things have the same place as other things resulting in piles.
So, occasionally, I do a clean-up. There usually is a good reason; I don’t do it for fun. This month’s clean-up was because we had servicemen coming to the condo. I wanted all my important papers arranged and put out of sight.
Then I remembered I had private matters in my desk drawer in a non-secret area. Seeing as I would not be home while the work was being done, I had the ingenious idea to move my ultra-confidential matters to a safe space.
Fortunately, all highly confidential matters boiled down to a cue card and a memory stick. I remember putting both items in a baggie, but then I go blank. I do not know where I put the baggie for safekeeping. Even from myself, I hid it well.
As if this weren’t distressing enough, now I’m wondering if I tucked it into my purse to bring with me. That sounds like a smart move but then decided against taking the purse. I’ve diligently searched the purse accidentally left in open view, but to no avail — the baggie’s not there.
Did someone take it?
Well, you’re probably saying they’re bonded professionals. Nobody would risk their job to snoop in their client’s private belongings, but until I find my lost items, I can’t dismiss the possibility.
What’s it going to take to find my missing items?
Now that everything’s neatly arranged, I am pressed to tear this condo apart to search for things I should have left out in plain view because the clutter would have confused and deterred even the nosiest.
Remember, what’s one person’s mess is another’s organized chaos. I could always find what I needed before my unit underwent its overhaul.
It looks like I will need to dig deep into every nook and cranny, into everything I own, searching for that baggie. Not finding it is not an option.
I can only imagine the clutter-fest that will come as a result.
Looking back, I now see it was already in a safe place. Why couldn’t I have just left well enough alone?
Update: I’ve been busy writing my short forms for The Daily Cuppa on Medium, but this month, I’ve made a change. I’ve reduced my entries from daily to weekdays for now. Perhaps, I’ll return to seven days weekly in the future.
Here are some of my stories on Medium you may have missed.
What happens when your mother is your biggest writing fan?
Sometimes a piece of heaven is closer than you think.
I’ve had a hard time finding pants that fit me.
I hope everyone is enjoying the warm days and breezy nights of summer—if not, come join me lakeside.
Until next time, be kind to yourself.
Fun read, Karen.
Sounds like a brain taking a reat for a bit. It happens to everyone. Fun read, Karen.