Why do we say we’re going to put something in a safe place, and then immediately forget where that safe place is?
I can keep up with something for years as long as it’s sitting in the same old spot. But the minute I decide to get organized and put it somewhere it won’t get lost, that thing disappears like it’s entered the witness protection program!
Then comes the fun part. I start looking in all the places where I know it isn’t, because apparently that’s part of the process.
Eventually, I find it six months later while looking for something completely different.
And of course, my first thought is, “Well, that’s a perfectly good place to keep that!”
So I put it right back.
I’m beginning to think the safest place to keep anything is wherever I was leaving it before I decided to get organized.
