As I was sitting here pondering the disappointment of yesterday’s rib fest and what I would say about it, I started looking and decluttering my desk. It got me thinking about all the things that surround me:
– The handmade mug rug my sewing genius friend sent me.
– The unexpected and lovely mini runner this same friend surprised me with.
– Hanging on the back of my chair is the crocheted shawl/lap blanket my bestie made just for me and sent in the middle of July. In California, where temperatures are routinely in triple digits. (The thought still makes me smile.)
– All three of my kids sitting on Santa’s lap; it’s from 1989, the year their dad and I separated and I had no money for Christmas gifts.
– The kiddie cow cup (I was drinking chocolate milk from it) M and I found a few months ago.
– A wooden pencil holder sent to me 15 years ago by the man who received one of my oldest daughter’s kidneys (he was a fine man and actually passed away a few years ago).
– The weedy seadragon mouse pad M and I bought at the Monterey Aquarium a few years ago.
– The cow stapler M found and brought home when he was criss-crossing driving the truck.
There are lots and lots of other things hanging around my own workspace that remind me of other different places and times and events. I have the usual amount of junk – note pads, pens, pencils, paper clips, junk mail to be tossed, bills and personal information to be shredded, catalogs to skim and magazines to read. Plus work, of course; work never seems to end and sits neatly in a few piles. But the stuff my eyes are drawn to when I need respite from work or blogging or reading, those are the things that matter most. I am lucky to have them, and the people they represent, in my life.
My desk is messy and chaotic much of the time. I have a busy life and it’s sometimes hectic and disorganized and downright frustrating. But I like sitting here at my desk. It’s also a peaceful, comforting place.