Living in two places
Sometimes I feel as though I live out of my car. Seriously. I looked in my car today and I found two jackets, a dress shirt, three tennis racquets, three cans of tennis balls, a picture frame, 6 pens, water bottle, two sets of headphones, three car phone chargers, four books, a bottle of multi-vitamins, and a variety of Food for the Hungry promotional materials.
One could point out that this scenario exists because I'm a messy and organized person. That is a point well taken. I see the validity in that point. However, I believe this is more to this situation. It is not like the car is dirty with French fries in the floorboard and a terrible odor. It is simply excess stuff being stored in the car.
The question is, how did this stuff get into the car and why?
Here is my theory: I love being mobile and anticipating needing items throughout the day. Being that I'm constantly on the go, I like to be ready for anything. In this desire to be ready, I end up looking like the overloaded solider headed into battle struggling to keep his balance because of his heavy pack.
Here is the daily morning routine: After getting showered and dressed, I begin thinking through all the items I'll need for that specific day. While the sun is still resting beyond the horizon, I gather my computer, two phones, bible, journal, work related documents, lunch (that I might eat) and any items related to my nightly activities and meetings (including additional clothes, sporting equipment, etc). Sometimes this will require two trips to the car.
Although this might seem like a hassle (and it is), I don't mind it. My life is continually on the go and being a mobile person requires significant prep. Phones, headset and computer batteries need to be fully charged. I may not feel cold when I leave the house, but I should bring a jacket in case the weather changes throughout the day. I don't like extra driving, so I strive to avoid additional trips home because of forgotten necessities.
The problem really comes at the end of the day. Obviously, since I brought these items out in the morning, it would be only natural to take them inside upon arriving home. Yeah, and that is where I have a mental battle. As I get home late and pull into my driveway, I think to myself, "hey, why take this stuff in . . . . you might need it tomorrow. If you take it in, you'll just be doing double work tomorrow morning by taking the same stuff out to the car". Plus, it's late and I don't want to waste any time. The argument sounds good and my mind considers the option and ahhhhhh, it eventually gives in to the deceptive logic!
Oh, how I am weak and the mess in my back seat grows even deeper.
It is a slippery slope and allows everything to remain in the car and it simply says there until I get motivated on a Saturday morning and I clean it all out.
And then the situation repeats itself starting on Monday.
Let's just say, you don't want to be going to lunch with Josh on Friday and have to sit in his back seat.
Josh
Phoenix, AZ