An unpacked box

In the corner of my dining room, there’s a small box with some items I took on a recent trip. The box doesn’t belong there. The items in the box don’t belong there. And yet.

I’ve come to realize: the box is still there because I have not yet made unpacking it more important than everything else.

That’s how things get done. For a moment in time, we prioritize one thing above all else.

So the box will be put away when I’ve placed it above other projects and activities. Above study. Above self-care. Above relaxation. Above socializing. Above reading the news, checking email, household chores, family matters …

So the question is — at any given moment — what are you prioritizing above all else?