Junk Drawer

The junk drawer is the place for those things which have no category, no neat and orderly slot to fall into.  It’s not necessarily junk in the junk drawer really. If it were junk why would we keep it? Although since often human beings aren’t particularly logical, or at least are prone to fluidity and redefinition of preexisting concepts – much to the chagrin of my office mate who feels that the definition of words should remain stable from the time she learned them – it might be that we really do hang onto junk. But sometimes in the junk there is a valuable lesson…

Yes, I’m posting again… and this may be longer than anything anyone would ever want to read, but I’m posting for me really and for anyone who stumbles across this and finds anything meaningful in it to them. not really for anyone else.

I was talking to a friend yesterday and she asked why I hadn’t begun posting again and I said, well, frankly, because I know that my mother reads my blog and that she passed the link on to some of her friends. It felt restrictive, like I couldn’t let loose with what I really wanted to say. Because, well, it’s your mother. And if your out there reading mom, I’m sorry, but it’s true. I love you. But there are some things you’ll post anonymously in a public forum – because we all know this is a totally fake name – that you wouldn’t tell your mother….

And I love her (you, mom).  But mom is not so well-equipped to understand the contents of the junk drawer. And that is frankly what I dump into the blog. Not because it is junk. In fact, it is generally the type of stuff I can learn and grow from.

But because it’s not always positive. Sometimes its downright negative. Sometimes there is pain and suffering and doubt. Does this mean I’m depressed? no. Does it mean there is a serious problem? No. But my mom doesn’t understand the difference necessarily. The writing is a way to process and work through those very human and maybe less pleasant and even less desirable to admit to emotions. It is what it is.

But just because we experience disomfort and negativity doesn’t mean the world is crashing around us. It’s just life. It’s human. We process it. We learn from it. Try to hear the message it has to teach us about how to find greater peace in the long run. And move on.

There are lessons in the junk drawer. At least for yourself. And this blog – is my junk drawer.