I confess…I am a shallow girl who loves a good decorative bowl. Would I diagnose this as a malady? Preferring form over function? Style over substance? Maybe. I know I walk that line.
If I’ve learned anything about myself, I’ve come to terms with some inevitabilities. I’m that person who hates clutter and it’s not a just a neat-nick kind of thing. It’s about visuals and overstimulation. Of all my senses, sight is the most acute and I’m plagued with a need to tidy and straighten and I hate things out of place. A little compulsive, sure, but I’m okay with it.
I was the child who couldn’t do homework until my room was organized and I’m the grown up who will sweep into every space to remove errant bits of this-and-that before I tackle any sizeable project. Oh yes. Self-imposed detours.
Am I easy to live with? Let’s not address that here (wink!). I’ll probably need a family member/guest blogger to volunteer if we really want to ‘go there’. 😊
For years I despised the tray of vitamins that sat on the kitchen counter. It drove me nuts. Altogether, the humans in the house TRY to take eleven different supplements – every day. The doggo? Hers are easy – just a once a month chewy that smells like liver. Easy to stash in a cabinet.
I looked at every incarnation of pill organizers and hated them all. The easy fix was to plop everything in a cabinet, but when we tried that, the ‘out of sight, out of mind’ aspect resulted in day upon day of skipped vitamins. Not good.
My solution? A covered jar that I think was intended for sugar? I don’t know for sure, but it’s domed enough that we can sort a week’s worth of colorful supplements into it if we nest a smaller bowl inside – double decker style. It works! Vitamins in plain sight but disguised just enough that I’m not visually disturbed. How’s that for disclosure you didn’t need?
But there’s more: The ceremonially clattering of ceramic-meeting-ceramic when the lid goes back on? So satisfying! The clanking sound proclaims, ‘well done and good for you!’ It’s a wellness signal for me – paving the way for more good decisions, all day long. And it matters. A day or two without my regular regimen results in noticeable changes in how I feel, move, sleep. Add the additional, emotional layer of generational issues with eating, described in this post “Angry Eaters”? I am a motivated woman on a mission to make good choices.
Here’s to you! Thanks for reading.