Earlier in this day, I came across this hook, lying on the ground.  I am fairly certain, this isn’t where it belongs.  Where it belongs.

And that reminded me… about me.  I am pretty adament about putting things where they belong.  My organizational skills are off the charts, if I must say so myself.

And I must say so myself, because no one else will.  But seriously, I am “a place for everything, and everything in it’s place” kind-of-gal.  I have this little ailment, most folks know as OCD.  Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.  In fact, I am so OCD, I think the letters should really read DCO, for order’s sake.

But that’s not the point.  I keep things where they belong.  And I like those things clean.  And that is my deal.

I don’t sort my peas from my mashed potatoes.  I don’t lock doors 5 or 10 times, over and over again. (I may check them once or twice though). I will definitely step on cracks.  My Mom is 91…. and she has yet to break her back.

So my OCD is sort of selective.
But that’s not the point either.

Sometimes I am TOO organized.

As I mentioned earlier, I live by the “a place for everything” pledge.  But on occasion, I will acquire something that does not yet have a place.  And therein lies the problem.

First… the conundrum.  Where the heck should it’s place be?  I’ve never had a widget before.  Where do widgets belong?  Once I have established this, in my organized brain, I carefully stow that little “something” in its designated place.

Much of the time, this pattern of behavior is successful for me.  You see… the next time I need the “widget”…. which I just put away… I will be able to find that widget.

However…. there have been incidents.  Every now and again, I cannot remember… in my aforementioned organized brain….WHERE I put my dang widget.

I search high and low.  To and fro.  But to no avail.  No widget.

.. …… … uhhhhnnnnn…. truth be told….. this happens  a little more often than I suggested.  In fact… it happens a lot.

It frightens me a little.  It is the “not knowing” whatever became of all those widgets….

One day… I just know I am going to open a closet somewhere, and a blue million widgets will come pouring out of there… falling right on my head… just like a scene from an old movie.  All of those misplaced items… lying on the floor… misplaced.

NOWWWW….. where do they belong?  Where do they go?

And that is what brought me to this.  I spend a lot of time, trying to figure out where I belong.  Where I belong in life, in purpose, in direction.  Where I belong in all this space and time.

Sometimes, I fit in perfectly, and I am useful, and I feel found.  Other times… I fall out… all over the place… scattered on the floor with all the other misplaced widgets.

I guess, I should just be thankful for the times when it all fits rather nicely.  And when it doesn’t?  I may not understand it…. in the moment.  But perhaps.. I am exactly where I am supposed to be.  Maybe.