I met my challenge :o) I moved the clutter elsewhere and have gotten rid of half the useless papers that kept piling up.
Tomorrow I’ll finish sifting through them to finish up, but at least my desk is clear and I can work without having a pile of stuff collapsing over me!
A past neighbor mocked my mother when she “organized” her house. Upon keen consideration, he made the observation that her organization method was really transfering one pile of stuff from one place to another. Somehow, that transfering activity had fulfilled my mother’s satisfaction plentifully —until he made that clever remark.
Admittedly, a little of her organization genes, I’m afraid, were as well transfered to me. I believe, however, that I have worked further towards really decluttering and clearing things. I know I do move piles from here to there, but they eventually find their place out of that pile…
Here I am at 4:35am writing entries. The birds are already chirping outside and twilight is now bringing the night to an end.
I’ve made a log of my sleeping times for the past weeks, but I haven’t been successful with the Steve Pavlina’s approach I posted a few weeks ago.
But it’s really been my fault, because I haven’t woken up at the same time in the morning but rather sleep through my alarm clock. Sometimes I turn it off, sometimes I don’t even hear it…
The only fact I know is that I feel much better the days I have gone to bed relatively early and have woken up early at the set time. I need to have more discipline to achieve this goal.
Getting myself to write about my Gala has not been. I think about her much, and I think that I need to write for my grieving. But I just go around it. I guess it just has to come when it has to. But the words have difficulty to come to me.
But something out of the ordinary occured. Earlier today, I sensed a deep feeling that I wanted to hold and embrace her. Knowing that tomorrow would be 4 months that had passed since she died, I thought to myself that I should wait until then. But instead, I reached for her urn and embraced her while I took a short nap. Afterwards, I placed it back and lit a candle.
Later on, I came across the calendar and realized that I had my dates mixed up. Today wasn’t the 28th but was the 29th! This left me perplexed; I still can’t put it quite together or maybe there isn’t anything to put together…
The thing now is that I felt the urge to write about it. And I want to continue to write about her, so I’ll always remember the little things —and the big things— that made her and that made me love her :o) I miss her so, so much…
Communicating with family and friends has greatly improved this year. So far, I have sent several emails with updates on what we’ve been up to. I’ve also set a couple of webpages so they can see our pictures.
Nevertheless, I still want to communicate in the form of a newsletter, but I’m still learning html, and I need further practice. Hopefully, I can send one before the next solstice in June.
A week ago —or maybe two :P—, we rearranged our studio to fit our desks better, but I just threw everything one on top of the other.
Today, one of my piles collapsed, and I kicked a mat and folder under my desk!! I can’t move! This needs to be decluttered, cleared, and organized by tomorrow. Oh! I’ll set myself a challenge…
Though I’ve had this place in my mental to-visit list, the beauty of the photograph and the power of the writing that Travelling Life transmitted in her entry has urged me to adopt this in my 43 places :)
