I was kind of taken aback when my five year old grandson shook his head and said, "Bee, you're a loser."
"What?" I asked him in a shocked voice.
"You just lose everything," he explained. "Your keys, your cell phone, your shoes. You're always looking for something."
I was somewhat relieved after hearing his response. At least he didn't think I wasn't a winner.:) Then I started thinking about what he really meant. Why is it that I am always looking for something? For me, objects don't have a designated place. They can go anywhere. Then, let the search begin.
Oh, I try to be organized. I can spend hours just fixing things up and am really proud of myself. Standing back, I look things over and admire my work. Sadly, I know that it is only a temporary state. Within days (hours), the piles will start forming again.
The truly sad thing is that even when things are organized, I find myself looking for things. I guess I am the original biggest loser.:L