Being Diligent
I believe I can see in myself that as I have had a few birthdays added on, the importance of due diligence. There is no reward of putting things off. It niggles at the back of the brain and can haunt.
Yesterday, Carrie came to visit and I believe also to see how we were doing, her ole mom in particular. With the stroke that came out of nowhere, there became a crack in my shield that spilled out some vulnerabilities. I blame that on the laceration on my butt check when I fell against the cabinet pull during the stroke. Yup . . . vulnerabilities.
As we shared lunch, we visited in regard to spring clothing. Carrie had pulled clothing together for me when it was time for me to leave the hospital. How could she not see that my closet was a bit disorganized. Due diligence . . . not!
By the end of yesterday there had not been a sock or a pair of underwear that had not been moved. It was like an episode of the television show “Hoarders” . . . save, donate or throw. What a great task completed. My place was on a chair. I would have been wore out after the first round of drawers. Dennis stuck his head in once in awhile to check in and take out two totes that were no longer needed.
Now, standing in the doorway of the closet . . . I know what I have and where it is. Anything above the clothing rods had been taken care of a year ago when Kevin had put shelves up to store quilts. I have a tricked out closet. Whew!
I slept hard last night and there was nothing more welcoming this morning than the bright sun. Ya, it’s chilly out, but that also shall pass. Today, Dennis and I are both going to the dentist. Due diligence is not to be put off when it comes to that which can impact our health. Hmm, getting ready, I found my underwear immediately.