I have too many drawers with junk in them! I really need to tidy. All of them tend to contain elastic bands, bits of "useful" string and band-aids for the various times I try to lop bits off myself.
All three points hit home with me. I’ve been thinking about my need to be in control. I’m pretty sure it’s rooted in events from my childhood, wounds or traumatic events that deeply affected me. I can see the same in others who use controlling behavior. It’s a dysfunctional way to feel safe. I’ve been trying to bring it to Jesus for healing but that means giving up control, surrendering, something we men are taught to never do.
Living again in my hometown, in the house and neighborhood I grew up in has taught me that home is not just a place, it’s a time as well. Home is all those moments when I felt safe and loved and the places where those moments happened. In a way it’s true that you can never go home, at least until we figure out how to time travel. But home continues to exist when we feel loved, safe, and supported.
And finally I admit that I am a junk drawer cleaning junkie!
So many AUX cords but never enough scotch or duct tape.
I have too many drawers with junk in them! I really need to tidy. All of them tend to contain elastic bands, bits of "useful" string and band-aids for the various times I try to lop bits off myself.
All three points hit home with me. I’ve been thinking about my need to be in control. I’m pretty sure it’s rooted in events from my childhood, wounds or traumatic events that deeply affected me. I can see the same in others who use controlling behavior. It’s a dysfunctional way to feel safe. I’ve been trying to bring it to Jesus for healing but that means giving up control, surrendering, something we men are taught to never do.
Living again in my hometown, in the house and neighborhood I grew up in has taught me that home is not just a place, it’s a time as well. Home is all those moments when I felt safe and loved and the places where those moments happened. In a way it’s true that you can never go home, at least until we figure out how to time travel. But home continues to exist when we feel loved, safe, and supported.
And finally I admit that I am a junk drawer cleaning junkie!
Cheers!
1. No
2. I do live in the place where I was born
3. In my junk drawer are things I will never use, things I use regularly, and things I might use/need
Born and raised in this same old town. Only downside is that it makes the thought of moving someday that much more bittersweet.