I scan rooms when I walk in the door looking for chaos to put back into order. Whether it’s my children’s Legos on the floor or items on the kitchen counter that are out of place, my chaos radar is always on high alert. What is it about order that gives me so much satisfaction?  Was it the chaos of my childhood that made me seek control or my soul’s desire to deal with some unfinished business from another life? I guess it really doesn’t matter why it holds such great power in my mind. What’s important is that I recognize that it’s a deep part of me and rather than fight it, I can celebrate it for it’s simple power to make things right in a given moment.