During the pandemic lockdowns, I have cleaned and purged, and cleaned and purged. It was somewhat therapeutic. Ridding myself of clutter felt good. It also simply gave me something to do that kept me off the couch and in activity.
This morning I needed some plastic baggies for beadwork I made for two friends. I couldn’t find the baggies where they normally were. I searched everywhere in my apartment. Twice. Three times. Still no baggies to pack my beads up for delivery.
I finally surrendered and said, “well, I guess I tossed the baggies out. That was really dumb, Lizzie.” As the afternoon wore on, I couldn’t let go of the urge to look again. I rehearsed my “that was really stupid” admonishment under my breath several times, and gave it one last look. Nope. No baggies in this house.
I thought of different solutions, that were not as convenient or attractive. “Who wants a piece of jewelry stuffed into a sandwich ziplock?!” “Maybe no one cares about a bag to take my beads home? I can go without.” Rationalizing was a brilliant use of my time, I thought.
Still, this nagging feeling would not leave. The bags were still in the house somewhere. “Ugh… let IT GOOOO, Lizzie.” I started to clean and dust. I vacuumed. I ate lunch. Brushed my teeth. I moved on with the day, as they say.
I let it go. As I was reading something online, a picture came into my mind of a black bag I had with me at my last craft show, well over two years ago. I climbed over things in my storage closet to get to the far back. There it was! The black bag. Inside the bag I found 200 plastic baggies for my beadwork. EUREKA! It took six hours, but the answer finally came through.
This might seem very simplistic, but I find joy in the simple things of daily living. Joy comes as I let go of things, and let answers come to me when I surrender to those gut feelings. It doesn’t matter what the issue is, big or small. What matters, is having patience to trust my gut.