I picked up a few plastic storage containers at the Habitat Restore recently. The former owner of the boxes left labels on the fronts. One said “pink papers”, one said “snowflakes”, one said “tools”, you get the idea. The one that stopped me was the one that said “Me Projects” . She, I assume she was a she, felt it important to label a special box, no doubt full of things she wanted to make just for herself. I could sense her saying something like “I just want to do something that pleases ME, makes ME happy”. By making the box, filling it with her most precious things and ideas, and proclaiming a “Me” box, she was staking a claim on her own personal fulfillment.
I found this to be a poignant metaphor for how many of us conduct our lives. We often get caught up doing what is good for business, or family, or kids or a spouse, for whatever and whoever else crowds our To-Do lists. Then we run out of time or we are too tired and the “Me” things never happen.
So whatever it takes, an hour, a day, a week, a closet, a room or a box, I think we need to remember to make time for “Me”.
