I called myself a genius twice today. Now I don't call myself a genius that often, especially since I'm not one to throw words around, literally or figuratively. However, today I did just that.
The first time really was a moment of genius. I was trying to figure out how on earth I was going to pack my math books, my bedspread, another towel, and assorted sundries without getting yet another box out. Then it hit me. I went on an overnight trip last year, the Emerging Leaders retreat in February. That was a pain to pack for, for I used just a backpack and a small bag. A rolling bag would make that a lot easier. A minute later, I emerged out of my closet with Clunky.
It worked. I packed everything I needed (except for what I need to wash tomorrow) and still have room left. That was a moment of genius.
The other moment came tonight right before my shower. I was using spare socks and underwear to stuff odd corners of my boxes in order to maximize space. I had put everything I had left on my bed to stuff the boxes without the thought that I still had two nights left here--that is, until I looked for
Oh. Duh. I opened the top box, and sure enough, two pairs were squeezed among some skirts, pants, and clothes hangers. I grabbed those two pairs, tossed one pair on my bed, and took the other with me.
Genius, I tell you.