I cleaned out my purse today.
I'm shocked that I made it out alive. It took me 45 minutes! And, it's not one of those big bulky purses that can fit bowling balls and small lamps. It's a compartmental purse. It's small and made up of many, many sections. I bought it specifically for that reason so it would help keep me organized. But, I found out the hard way that the more compartments, the easier things get hidden and the longer it takes to clean it out. Just when I thought I was close to being finished, my hand felt a zipper and, ugh, yet another area that I didn't even know about that needed straightening.
I found safety pins, loose change, a broken eyeliner, tissues and old McDonald's napkins, snapped pencils, two pairs of my children's socks and even a pair of my own! (like WHAT??) I found paper clips, old gum wrappers, 6 packs of Extra gum (I thought I ran out of gum? Where was that hiding?) I found used up chapstick, sunscreen (hello, it's December, I'm not going sun tanning!). And, that was just what I could pull out of the main pouches. When I got to my coupon book, I had to tediously sort through dozens and dozens of coupons so I didn't throw any out that were not expired -- though most were. All this, and I didn't even touch my over-packed wallet yet! In the end, I filled an entire plastic shopping bag and handfuls of extra junk that didn't fit in the bag. What a process! But, I have to say, it is better than living with its prior condition. It weighted me down everywhere I went. And, it stopped being functional. There was no space to add anything new. It became nothing but a burden with a strap.
I sigh as I tell you that I have Someone cleaning out my other purse right now, too. My heart. And, frankly, I'm getting frustrated. It's taking too long! I mean, honestly, just do what You need to do and let's move on already! But, apparently I have compartments. I have some hidden pockets with zippers. Just when I think the process is nearing the finish line, I feel another pouch open! Man, I didn't know that pouch was there. And, where did all that junk come from?
I guess this project is a process. It's going to be better, though, than living with its current condition. I'll be less weighted down and more functional. Thank God that at least I'm in Good Hands.