This piece was inspired by two things.
1) After I complimented my friend on her fabulously crafted blog (wykydtyny), she described it in the following way: “It’s mostly turning out to be a lot of random things. I suppose, that’s what a blog is. Well. What mine is, heh. I don’t have the patience to, like, pick a topic and write on it steadily.”
2) The fact that I have at least seven bags floating around my house right now with random configurations of pens, stamps, business cards, charger cords, gum, Aveda products and used gift cards. Little mini-junk drawers. All over our house. Much to the dismay of my husband.
I will declare that every adventurecraft has a junk drawer. Mine has a few. Our home has an office that I call the “junk drawer” of our house. It has, in no particular order:
- A drying rack
- An ironing board
- All of my CDs (yep, not letting go)
- A pile of thank you notes from our 2009 wedding (unsent, clearly, but addressed with abounding optimism and good intention)
- My high school Pez dispenser collection
- Book collection remnants (my husband’s hand loading magazines stacked haphazardly against my Bible doctrine texts from grad school….gosh, that makes it sounds like Sarah Palin lives here)
- My steel toed boots
- An antique church pew
- A disposable camera from the early 2000’s
- And ironically, a stack of Real Simple magazines from my 2010 subscription with ample home organization tips.
When my brother and his wife cleaned their home, she could get several rooms done, meanwhile he had spent three hours reorganizing their junk drawer. This was fairly irritating for her, and totally cathartic for him.
There is a phrase, stating that someone “Can’t see the forest for the trees.” It is a common phrase. It has an arguably misguided negative connotation that the person has missed the big picture. Well dammit, if they saw the TREES….the TREES…well I think they DO get the big picture.
Here is my point. Miscellany manifests itself on a spectrum in our lives, ranging from a neatly-tucked away junk drawer, to an entire back seat of paperwork and fast food wrappers, to a hoarder home. What I am suggesting is that this randomivity (don’t ask Webster, I invented the word) has a purposeful place on the adventurecraft, typically a breeding ground for creativity and surprise. Now creativity and surprise are necessary ingredients of adventure, and aren’t commonly resultant of planning and organization. It’s just a theory.
I’d love to hear about your junk drawer….where do you allow for miscellany and disorganization in your life? (PS this is not a confession, it’s revelation and liberation…wait, this is turning into a U2 song now….)