Lost Peanut Butter Equals No Joy

In my zeal for joy, thanks to the Tidying Up book by Marie Kondo, I moved the peanut butter.
Well, why on earth would one move a staple good like peanut butter?
Because the location in which it lived was joy-less. Poor placement. Too low to reach, thus no convenience. Plus, I believe mice live in that cabinet, which leads to a different joy-less story.
With vim and vigor, I moved my beloved jug o’ Jiffy to a more practical spot, a higher locale, an ingenious place: the pantry. I know! Who knew that’s what pantries were for? I thought the picture of food etched into the frosted glass of the pantry door was a “suggested usage” kind of graphic, not a “We’ve already thought this through; food in this pantry equals joy.”
So thoughtful of them. It only took five years to follow through on their idea.
Anyway, I overhauled the kitchen a couple of weeks ago. I was the Tasmanian Devil of Clean: I gave pans to Goodwill, I retired old dish towels, I discovered far too many gadgets in the “What do you think this is?” drawer and decided there was no joy in not knowing, so out they went, all the tchotchke of indeterminate origin or purpose. Out!
Once I was finished, the room felt lighter, less weighted. It seemed roomier, certainly tidier and less cluttered.
I breathed in clean air — because I had to clean. I was in there, in the kitchen; might as well clean it, too.
I’ve said it a hundred times: “The kitchen is where I keep my purse and keys.”
Verification of that mantra arrived last night, when at close-enough-to-midnight I thought, “A tiny smackerel of Peanut Butter would cure the rumbly in my tumbly.”
I set sail from the bedroom to the kitchen, flew right past my purse and keys, and opened the Peanut Butter Cabinet, only to discover and thus remember that, oh, yeah, the PB doesn’t live there anymore.
It took literally moments for me to connect the dots and find the jar in the Now It’s Food Pantry.
So I felt stupid. And the kitchen seemed even more foreign. And I felt no joy.
I’m at a crossroads: move the peanut butter? or use the kitchen and actually cook, learn about the stove, dice something?
Yeah. I didn’t think it was a huge decision either.
Guess where the peanut butter resides today?
Joy is back.

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