Compartments

I love things with pockets. Bags, jackets, even dresses. It makes it so much easier to compartmentalise. Phone, wallet, keys. Lip balm, tissues, pen. 

I also love bags within bags and boxes within boxes. Anything to keep everything in the right place. That way, when you need something, you’re not taking a gamble or a guess. You know where it is. You know where to look. No surprises. No wasted time.

Never works though, does it? You lose your lipbalm no matter how good your intentions, or end up with three in one coat and none in your jeans pocket. Sometimes, your keys make it to the bottom of the bag and your phone ends up in the outside pocket, not the inside zipper.

And life’s really not like that is it, no matter how much you wish it was? 
You bring work home and take your family stresses to the office. You skip an exercise class because mates are meeting. You’re late for dinner with a friend because you went out for that run. Bits of life end up in the wrong pocket even faster than the countless pens you had in your bag disappear down the side of the sofa. 

There’s nothing you can do about it. There’s no changing it. Life’s compartments have soft edges. The bits that make you whole don’t fit into neat boxes. The overlap is inevitable and what makes your life real. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll start looking for your tissues in your other bag. ☺

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