Thoughts on the fresh days ahead of me. I tend to go at my tasks in a slap-dash sort of way, not making lists and just hopeful that everything gets done in a timely manner. And by the end of a particular day, it seems all I've accomplished is LOTS of laundry and dinner. Seriously.
With us doing the clothes of the two boys who've moved out (once a week, they bring their baskets---which is fine, they supply me with detergent, etc.), and my mom's twice a week, plus our clothes, it seems the washer and dryer are running all the time, and the clothes lines stay filled. My goodness, that's almost a full-time job.
My goal this year, as I mentioned earlier, is to take better care of myself. When my mom was first in the hospital, one visit of the neurologist stands out in my mind. He asked her if she took a daily aspirin and she told him she did occasionally. He cut a glance at me, and told her that that didn't work, that she had to be diligent with it. So, today I bought the low-grade aspirin for myself. Got on the treadmill, and tried to settle my nerves, not with a snack, but with something more healthy for me. Food has been a drug for years, the go-to thing that's been the soother. Must. Stop. That. But it might take some time. First have to feel worthy of care and attention. Sad, isn't it?
And opened a new journal--the one my dearest Tina brought me back from Paris awhile back. I've already been pasting pictures in it, and now am adding words.
Now must go. These new ideas in my head are challenging, but all for the good. As always, baby steps.
