I started a post numerous times over the last week. My dad passed last week and my son moved into his own place. As I'm processing these subtractions, I am preparing for surgery that will have me out of commission for 8 weeks. I will not be able to do my chores, cook meals, or drive. It turns out I'm just as guilty as the next person of finding my worth in what I do - homemaking.
I have a list of things I would like to have done before next week. I look at them and there is a heavy weight keeping me from moving. I'm pretty sure I could label the weight grief. If I can manage to get something small done, the ball starts to creep and I start getting some things done. Here's to rolling stones.
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