A few days ago I dug into my purse and realized the key I was looking for was one of maybe 10-15 floating around inside. There were house keys, car keys, p.o. box keys, new ones, old ones, modern plastic square keys, even an old fashioned turn-key which served no functional purpose.
How did I end up here? Is this the life I want to live, opening each locked segment one at a time as I go forward?
Looking at the keys to my new house (14 total/7 for me) got me thinking about how many keys for all of the dwellings I have had over my lifetime. My best recollection makes this house my 20th dwelling in 50 years. Most homes did not come with 7 keys, but lets round it to somewhere in the range of 60 keys, just for homes.
However, we didn’t lock doors when growing up the 60’s and 70’s in the suburbs of Boston. The prevailing story was that if someone wanted to break in, we preferred to have said robber open a door rather than break a window.
So let’s round down to 50 keys in 50 years for homes. (I know. For those of you who follow this blog, I will file this one under fuzzy math.) My brain cramps won’t even consider allowing me to add up the p.o. box keys, car keys, camper keys, lock box keys, bike lock keys, gym lock keys, diary keys, and the all important barbie dream house keys.
Instead, I will wonder about the bigger picture, and if having more keys means more happiness. My dictionary says a key is something that affords a means of access. If so, can I access the key to happiness by having less keys?
How many keys are on your chain?