There’s a drawer in my kitchen that isn’t supposed to exist.
You know that one spot you swear you’ll never let turn into a junk drawer but somehow… three months later it’s holding expired batteries, rubber bands, two bottle openers (why?), and a single chopstick with no match?
Yeah. That drawer.
Anyway, the other day I was digging through it because I couldn’t find my tiny screwdriver (needed to fix sunglasses, failed). Instead, I found three things I completely forgot I owned: an unopened packet of wildflower seeds, an old charger for a phone I haven’t had in years, and a straw cleaning brush. The last one actually made me pause.
The Tiny Victories Hidden in Everyday Chaos
Why? Because I didn’t know I still had one.
I’d been rinsing reusable straws like a fool and wondering why they always tasted vaguely like yesterday’s smoothie.
The moment I saw that little bristly tool, I swear a lightbulb went off.
I cleaned every straw in the house that afternoon.
Felt like a dentist. A victorious one.
That drawer always has something in it that makes me go “oh, right!”
Like the weird but useful items that fall off your radar until you suddenly need them at 7:48 PM on a Wednesday.
It’s honestly kind of magical if you look at it the right way.
The Treasure Beneath the Receipts
There was a time I found a single glove in there (again, no idea where the other went), and for weeks I used it as a potholder until it finally disintegrated.
Another time I found a tiny roll of duct tape. Like, purse-sized.
I patched up a ripped backpack with that thing and used it for another six months.
It’s not always junk in the junk drawer.
Sometimes it’s treasure, just covered in receipts.
One of my friends came over and asked if I had string.
Not rope. Not twine. Just string.
Like, what even is string??
But I knew — instinctively — to check the drawer. And there it was, tangled with some twist ties and a broken keychain.
She needed it for a plant that kept flopping over. Said it worked perfectly.
We were both too surprised to laugh.
The Mental Drawers We All Carry
I think everyone has these little spots in their life.
Not just physical drawers, either. Mental ones.
Playlists with songs you only listen to when you’re in a weird mood.
Notes app entries that made sense at 2AM but read like cryptic poetry now.
Clothes you keep for “someday” and forget about until you accidentally rediscover them and realize they still fit, kind of.
That’s why I’m not too hard on my drawer anymore.
I even added a label once. It fell off in a week.
That felt about right.
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Unexpected Sprouts and Happy Accidents
Sometimes I’ll throw something in there without even thinking.
Like when I bought a pack of mini clothespins thinking I’d hang photos like in those aesthetic room tours.
Never did it. But they’re in there. Waiting.
Maybe I’ll use them for chip bags or art projects I’ll never finish.
There was also this pack of seeds I mentioned.
I almost tossed it because it was probably too old to grow anything, but then I decided, eh, why not.
I dumped them into a sad patch of dirt by my mailbox.
Two weeks later? Sprouts.
A month later? Flowers.
Actual flowers. Like I’d done something on purpose.
Moments like that remind me how much good can come from not overplanning.
Or from forgetting things and stumbling on them later.
Finding Comfort in the Clutter
Serendipity gets a bad rap these days.
Everything’s supposed to be optimized. Curated. Useful.
But some things are just… there. And that’s fine.
I even have a bookmark folder in my browser called “Not Urgent.”
It’s where all the random tabs go when I think I’ll look at them later but probably won’t.
Sometimes I do though.
That’s how I found the cutest handmade ceramic spoons I didn’t know I needed.
And this oddly specific blog about Icelandic sheepdogs.
That’s also where I bookmarked the link to those shampoo bars everyone was raving about.
I ended up actually going back weeks later and buying them.
There was even a promo to buy them here with free shipping, so it felt meant to be.
Anyway, back to the drawer.
Last week I cleaned it out again. Not fully — I’d never do that.
I just sorted a little.
I threw out a pen that had exploded, took out a dried-up glue stick, and finally put the spare keys in a better place (I hope).
But I left the brush, the seeds, the clothespins.
And I added a twist-tie ball that made me laugh for no reason.
I’m not trying to romanticize clutter.
Okay, maybe I am. A little.
But there’s something comforting in having these semi-useless but oddly magical things around.
They’re reminders that not everything has to be justified to have value.
That it’s okay to hold onto odd little tools and weird objects just because they might come in handy someday — or just make you smile when you forget they’re there.
The drawer’s still a mess.
It always will be.
But it’s my mess.
And it’s filled with tiny moments waiting to happen.
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