The other day I was looking at the junk in my garage, going through old boxes of things that I hadn’t seen in years. From high school yearbooks to vinyl records, old Father’s Day cards to baseball mitts, the nostalgia is always overwhelming and makes me long for old times.
Then I open that one box or several if you are in my garage. It’s filled with a knot of old cables from serial to display port, and I ask myself, “Why am I dragging this from place to place?” Well now that the box is open, my organizational mind (some have called it borderline obsessive compulsive) has two choices. Sort it out and organize or put the lid back on the box and quickly back away. The busy me wants to put the lid on and run, but the productive me always wants to organize it. I always seem to be at a crossroads here.