If you know me well, you’ll know that I quite dislike packing.
Anyone who helped me move out of uni can attest to that. It’s alwayas been somewhat of a chore for me. Today I took some free time and packed. I surprisingly enjoyed it. Do you wnat to know why?
I’ll let you in on the secret. 😛
I think I normally look at packing as a chore because, well…. I’m just a bit lazy occasionally. My mindset sometimes is…. oh this is so hard- so it becomes hard. You know what i mean?
This time I was like, its Ramadan, I have a bit of time, time is a trust from my creator, so lets do something valuable with it. 😀
I made about four piles. ‘Yes!’, ‘Maybe yes’, ‘No’, and ‘No Way!’
I changed the way I pack too. I like to roll my scarves up normally, so I used the same approach with my undies. 😛
Instead of packing up all compactly, I used a technique one of my aunts told my mum about. Things I’d normally fold in to fours, I folded into twos, and spread them out. It was a lot more fun packing this way, and the end result is, one fully packed suitcase, and (me still being me, the kid who used to carry bags of junk around) one big bag of maybes to look through with my mum.
I never knew packing could be so easy 😀
One lesson learnt, reflected on, analysed.
Now on to the next.
take care kids 😛