I love organisation. I aspire to be organised. Candidly, while I can describe both, I am not particularly gifted at either. I like to tell myself it is because I am always thinking about solving the puzzle and hand, and as soon as I do this, I am on to the next. My rationalisation rarely convinces anyone, including myself.
The shop move, with a fourteen-year time in storage in between, was a reality check of the importance of the role organisation could have played along the way. The minor chaos of the shop then was amplified by rushed backing, no inventory, minimal oversight, and an absence of care for it was delivered. The combination of events and circumstances resulted in boxes of loose screws, nails, bolts, and more.
Life comes with loose ends. Welcome to freedom and chaos. In accepting what is, a door is opened to what might be. I watched one with dedication, organisational skills, and the gift of time transform an endless mess into a state of organisation. I was in awe of the effort and results. It was a reminder that “When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!” (Hebrews 12.3) If it can be replayed in this context, the possibilities of where it can play out are endless.
Life is not always as we expect or hope for. I look back and wonder what other demands took priority at the time. Whatever it was then, the starting point for setting up the new shop is not ideal. It is messy. It is filled with unknowns. There are no directions to follow. I can see the downside, even as the opportunity presents itself. The darkness continues to fade as I embrace the idea of a new creation of what a shop can be. Today’s unknowns are overwhelming. I do not know how much work can be completed. I am beginning to see that taking the steps is the calling. I can make a difference.
