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“What are you looking for?” Our family has been asking each other that question repeatedly during the past few weeks. Everyone means well when they ask it but truthfully the question drives me nuts. You see, we initiated a kitchen remodeling project a few weeks back. It involved gutting pretty much everything but the basics. So before the work commenced our family took everything out of the cabinets – pots, pans, plates, silverware, plus all the cereal, pasta, rice, etc. and packed away what we could do without for a while and placed the rest in a series of large plastic storage bins that we access multiple times daily.
We tried to pack the plastic crates logically – all the spices together, all the cleaning supplies together; that sort of thing. But there were some misses along the way, most of them likely my doing. So, at some point on any given day I’ll be leaning over a large plastic crate, looking for raisins but finding coffee, or wanting coffee but finding rice cakes. And whoever is standing closest to me will inevitably ask “What are you looking for?” It’s almost like I don’t want to answer because to me it’s giving in and giving up. I don’t get the closure of finding something on my own and I’m left with this disruptive, incomplete feeling.
But something pretty awesome happened yesterday; the workers installed the cabinets. Now, don’t get me wrong; we still have quite a ways to go until the kitchen is complete. But having those cabinets in place served two purposes. It enabled me to clearly visualize how the completed kitchen would accurately look. And, from a practical matter, we could start putting stuff away.
So this morning, I enjoyed my cereal in a way I hadn’t during these past few weeks. Because I knew where it was located. And, even though the boxes had only been in that place for less then 12 hours, it seemed as though that’s where they belonged.
The new cabinets got me thinking about compartmentalization. Because emotions, like things, have their place. I of course can’t speak for you but lately my emotions have been a bit like those large plastic crates where they were mixed together but I’m not sure the combinations made sense. Maybe anger was mixed with relief. Or anxiety with fatalism. I could mix and match them all I wanted. But nothing need to make sense. Yet when I started isolating them, finding a place for anger right next to disappointment, it seemed a bit more logical. Then I could keep happiness and gratitude on a shelf and keep a big one open for perspective. Sure, as I’m writing this it does admittedly seem a bit corny. But I swear it works.
I also understand that once the kitchen remodeling is complete, the way our family stores our items will change over time. Much will depend on how our family’s needs change; the seasons; a whole host of reasons. So we’ll have to recognize that yes, everything has its place but these places can change. And you can say the same thing about compartmentalizing.