I am good at organizing.
Constantly moving things around to find there perfect position on the shelf.
Here, no...here maybe.
Up, down, back and forth.
Constantly moving, constantly changing.
I never give anything a chance to simply just be.
To be what it is, to be where it is.
I don't stop to appreciate what is around me.
I don't stop to appreciate the moment.
I have to move it around, switch it up, give it a new place, a new home.
What would happen if I just accepted it as it is.
Whatever it was?
To simply just let them be, in whatever form they are in.
I think I am going to give it a try.