I am good at organizing.  

Constantly moving things around to find there perfect position on the shelf.

Here, maybe.

Up, down, back and forth.

Constantly moving, constantly changing.

I never give anything a chance to simply just be.

To be what it is, to be where it is.

I don't stop to appreciate what is around me.

I don't stop to appreciate the moment.

I have to move it around, switch it up, give it a new place, a new home.

What would happen if I just accepted it as it is.

Whatever it was?

To simply just let them be, in whatever form they are in.

I think I am going to give it a try.