Don’t you love those days when you have more stuff to do than you can shake a stick at, but not enough room to shake the stick? I’ve got writing projects galore to get on with, not to mention Nurturing Faith videos to record, but my “studio” (the dining room) was piled high with boxes of assorted stuff that we brought from Susan’s house in Macon. Several other rooms featured stacks of un-emptied boxes and out-of-place furniture, too.
I needed to do the videos first, and I suppose I could have shifted the boxes around enough to clean off the table and set up the lights and the camera, but my mind doesn’t work that way. I couldn’t focus on preparing and recording the videos with all those boxes staring me in the face, so I did what I had to do.
I started emptying boxes and trying to guess where everything should go. I’m sure the flies were laughing at me, because I’d carry something from a box to the room where it belonged, then start on a box in that room before taking something to yet another room, to start on another box, then shift another load of laundry to the dryer, then fix something for lunch (and later dinner) … you get the picture.
But, one box at a time, and with Susan’s help, the pile diminished greatly. Now most of the boxes are empty, and three others are filled with stuff to take to Goodwill, and the dining room is all set to be transformed, and I’ve gone all day long without putting on a pair of shoes — which I hasn’t happened since my hip replacement in 2006.
Life gets that way for all of us sometimes: we find chores and obligations and work demands piling up around us like so many boxes, and it can feel overwhelming, but it doesn’t have to be. One box at a time, one chore at a time, one job at a time, the stack gets lower and the work gets done. Or if nothing else, the runway gets cleared so the next job can take flight.