I’ve got a lot of catching up to do and the longer I wait, the more daunting the task becomes. As my one and only resolution for this year is to not procrastinate (an utterly self defeating behavior), I best get started.
Oh, man. Where though, how? Maybe with the fact that my sister Binky pointed out to me that this is the first time in my entire life that I have lived alone. I’ve always had parents, brothers and sisters, roommates, partners or even my own small children as a hedge between me and loneliness. Now, it’s me, myself and I.
Fortunately, there have been only a handful of days where my newly solitary lifestyle has felt like a negative. For the most part, I am reveling in me-ness. But separating me from the mess; me-ness, messiness, has been quite the project.
You see, I love stuff. Books, beach glass, buttons (and that’s just some of the B’s). In my 54 years I’ve amassed a fair amount of treasure. Thank goodness I’ve moved into a space large enough to contain it all, but I also need to wrestle these stacks into submission. Go through it all, assess what I really want/need, and then find good homes for the rest.
A peaceful environment is enormously important to my sense of well-being. My life has been disordered for some months now, and some healthy routines have fallen by the wayside. Eating well, exercise (yoga!), catching up on email and yes, writing. However, I’ve got to stop using the chaos (however compelling) as an excuse.
It’s been far too long, and I apologize. To you, and to myself. This blog is enormously important to me, and the ability to maintain it a privilege that I never wish to take for granted. Me, myself and I; we are honored to be able to share our life with you. Even the messy parts.