Confession: I have a pen problem. (Yes, I know I just recently posted about another little issue I have. Bear with me, people. There’s a more where these came from. And apparently I also have a problem with ending sentences with prepositions.)
This morning, in the process of packing, I attempted to add my collection of pens from my desktop pen cup into my convenient and totally nerdy zippered pencil pouch in my desk drawer. Before long I realized there was no way a single pen was going to be added to that little pouch. It was busting at the seams.
Thus began another project. (See? I told you one project leads to another.) I gathered the pens from my pen cup, the pens from my drawer organizer, and the pens from my pencil pouch and spread them out on the counter. I couldn’t work through this messy pile without first creating some order, so I proceeded to separate the pens into categories. SBC pens. Church pens. SAU pens. Crappy pens. Pencils. Bulky pens. Pens with caps. Then, I went pen by pen and checked for writing quality. The ones that failed the test made it into the garbage. The ones I don’t like using all that much because I’m also a pen snob are being left in the youth room. :) The rest were divided between the favorite-to-use-all-of-the-time-pen-cup and the reserve-pen-collection-pencil-pouch.
I discovered a few things about myself in this process. I have a pen addiction. (This wasn’t a new revelation actually. I’ve known for at least 15 years about this issue.) I may owe some businesses a few pens; I’m apparently a pen thief.
Lastly, does this make me a mini-hoarder? I sure hope not. Because today at Sam’s Club I was drawn to this gorgeous package of pens like a bug to a light.