Something happened to me in the past year, and my live has changed more that I imagined. GS1 left for the navy, my mother began her more rapid decline and died, then S-in-L’s mother left us. I look in the mirror and see the same person, but inside, i’m not the same, or I didn’t seem to be.
This past month, something snapped, and I became a little more like myself. I regained some energy and began to reorganize my life, starting with the physical space. I moved all the living room furniture, then the dining room. I changed the “back room”, got some shelves and organized the contents. I cleaned the kitchen, and the bedroom. I bought a new desk for my computer and I’m getting ready to get the old one out of here, one way or another.
I’m thinking of a couple of genealogy research trips, I’m thinking about Christmas get-togethers, I’m sleeping a little better and finding I have the will to attack life again. I’m acting, instead of reacting. That’s more my style, and I do feel better these days. Now, about that desk. Time to remove it–
