Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Are Boxes the Answer?

For my sins I look after the second-hand uniform cupboard at school. Whilst I love the accounting side of it – counting money and sharing the proceeds of sales between school and parents – I’m not so keen on the cupboard itself. I felt sick at the beginning of term when I opened the doors, imagine a jumble sale which has exploded. I decided that if I was to remain sane and do the job I had to restore order.

After a sleepless night punctuated by dreams of school tracksuits and blazers, a vision arose. Cue lots of teasing from parents spotting me sneaking into school with boxes. They may laugh, but when I open the doors to my domain now I am met with tranquil neat labels.

Returning home after the tidy up, I began to wonder if I had just been taught a life lesson. Was the uniform cupboard a metaphor for my existence?

Don’t worry, I haven’t packed up my world into boxes, but I have changed my way of doing things. I am determined to finish projects and not leave them around incomplete cluttering up my ,home and creativity. So far this week we have a completed tapestry and a bean bag. I now need to translate this way of working to my writing. All of those half-finished stories, poems and novels beware, you are about to be extracted from your boxes (lol) and finished. Watch this space and wish me luck.

8 comments:

  1. Boxes. The answer to every mess I ever made :-)

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  2. How exciting to rummage into those half-finished stories and poems, and come up with something brand new!

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  3. Good idea, Morton. I want to try a similar thing. It is about organising yourself a bit. Good luck!

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  4. I would have had to bring the boxes in too :-)

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  5. Funny the difffernece a few days can make - I now open the uniform cupboard with a sense of pride and in addition sales are up! I guess the parents hated the cupboard too. Hehe. Mx

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  6. Good luck Morton - well done you!

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