Sister Humpty Dumpty

Now that I have watched the entire video, a few thoughts. I have dealt with a lot of death in my personal life, including losing my husband when I was 33 years old. I remember being driven home from the hospital and asking my friend who was driving, “what am I going to do with the rest of my life?” Her response was extremely profound then and still is today.  “Baby steps.” I’ve learned that with each death has also come with the requirement to build a new life for myself. At 33 I wasn’t just a widow, but 4 months later I was a daughter whose father was diagnosed with cancer.  This was to be cancer #1, it was cancer #2 that took his life.  I was 40 years old and acutely aware that my life was changing again.  This time I was helping my Mother create a new life for herself. When my Mother suffered the stroke, her voice was silenced but her actions were loud and clear, she wanted to be removed from life support and allowed to move forward with the new part of her life ...

After no dishes for three weeks, I’m finally getting my first load done. I also took the kitchen trash out and swept up the kitchen floor. Oh, and I wiped down the countertop from the refrigerator to the stove with Clorox wipes. Not much, but a little by little bit.

Yes, my home looks like a disaster area. It will also look better.  Little by little.

I’m finally pulling the book I started over 10 years ago out of the cobwebs.  I’m not going for a word count, just progress.

Becoming Who Heavenly Father Needs Us to Become : Renee Christensen, devotional speakers Summer 2019

After burnout at work from a crazy July, I was looking forward to having my two week vacation. The Thursday before it was due to start, a roof fire in my building forced me to be evacuated for a week. The cats and I were bugged out at a local pet friendly hotel. While I was feeling like I was wasting precious time, but staying in the hotel forced me to rest. I was also blessed with a somewhat smoky but mostly intact home.  The condo across the hallway from me was gutted. I’m back home now and starting the arduous process of resetting my home. By 11 am this morning, I had already dumped 4 bags of trash into the trash receptacle. Prior to all of this, I had ordered some items on Amazon and one of those items that came in during the bug out was a mental health calendar. I’m feeling the motivation for a slow clean with the beautiful drawings for the calendar.