Thursday, February 19. 2015
And sometimes you find things.
I was packing up some books to give away, going through piles of paperbacks, hordes of hardcovers, and children’s books my twenty-something children no longer read. I sorted, I organized, I pulled out a couple of things that cried out to me for mercy, to not be dropped into The Bag. And I found a copy of a book inscribed in a particularly lovely way to my daughter. The illustrator of the book had sketched next to his signature and it was wonderful. I saved it for her.
Today at work, I decided to take my 40 Bags there as well. I had a pile of cards and papers on a metal desk organizer that was reaching critical mass. I started pulling things out I hadn’t seen or used in months and brought over the big green plastic recycling bin. I tossed 2/3 of the pile into the bin and found space to store some things off the surface of my desk, I also found some nice note pads I could stash near the phone. All good.
But I was sitting there, feeling good about clearing away the clutter in front of me when my boss looked at me and said, “What’s that?”
I was holding an envelope full of samples that everyone had been looking for while I was cleaning!
Sometimes you get rid, sometimes you get lucky!
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