If you have lost something, then the act of trying to find it can have more satisfaction and benefits than you would normally expect I have found.
Recently, I misplaced a particular piece of kit I wanted to have a play with, but for the life of me simply could not find it in any of the places I would have expected it to be. So, I devised a methodology of starting at one end of the house to the other in a sort of search pattern, and in the process, do a bit of a clean-up.
And this process ended up a bit like painting one room of the house, that makes all the others so drab, you need to do the rest as well.
It took nearly three days. And in doing so, I rearranged furniture, removed redundant LAN cabling, reset all of my studio lighting, sorted all my hundreds of USB cables into types inside polythene boxes, ditto for audio and LAN cables, organised a box for unused, flawed or totally buggered up 3D prints, standardised passwords across the Wi-fi system, built a pegboard to hold the tools I use on a daily basis and much, much more besides.
While doing so, I also managed to remove dust and debris that was possibly years old, being stuck behind cabinets moved in the process, and found countless odds and ends that had fallen behind or under things.
I even found a long-lost lens stuffed in a drawer for reasons unknown to me and mirrored / cloned all my hard drives.
At the end of it all, it was akin to having your car detailed by a professional; metaphorically, in my studio, all the paint was shiny again, the leather restored and the windows sparkled.
Everything was in its rightful place, and I could resume my normal daily fare in a more efficient and even comfortable manner.
But I didn’t bloody find what I started to look for. I am damned if I know where that is.