First time here, with you, and the same old same old for me with journaling.
A friend online, whom I've never met but am certain I will spend an eternity of lifetimes with, whom I shall call Blue (you know who you are), gave me an unspoken good enough reason to do this. She shared one entry on her blog with me, and I felt closer to her. That is a good thing. I like Blue and her husband, whom I shall call Lorie (you also know who you are) and am convinced that we somehow can be friends over the distance between us.
Today, what did I do? I did that awful, horrendous, terrifying and health risking thing.....cleaned my office. Only a little though, on the off chance that there would be an excuse to do anything else AT ALL.
My office contains the flotsam and jetsom of all the "work" I do, plus all my personal paper work, plus anything else I can't find a place for. It's not technically a mess, because I know where everything is, but it's not pretty to look at. It does have a certain fullness to it that is satisfying, however. Visitors who have been allowed to gaze over the top crust have often remarked "homey". I don't think this was a term of endearment for ME, but a reflection of how my office clutter makes them feel.
In all other things I'm usually organized. I need a certain amount of chaos to create. Controlled chaos. HAH! Dream on Mimi, dream on.
Tomorrow is a day with clients, one in particular. It'll be so nice to hit the weekend.
My daughter's dad, no longer my mate but a lifelong friend, called me The Pink Planner. I loved to plan everything. Was afraid I couldn't handle life as it came if I didn't rehearse it by planning ahead. Now, I am happy to have no plans.
Except the ones that pertain to getting out of this berg, and into a community where I am happy to live out the rest of my days. I've been wanting to leave where we are for SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO damned long. I can taste the day I drive on out of here for the last time.
But more on that as we go along.
Today was a good day.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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