The wind howled through last night. Chairs on the deck are in disarray, much like my mind this morning. I'm feeling fenced in by duty and so little time left to do those things I once set out to do. In the angst of the moment, I'm reminded by my children that I can only do one thing at a time. Like the wind, if I try to blow everything through at once, nothing recognizable will be left, and nothing left to build upon. The point is not to have disarray as a legacy.
2 Folks said this...:
The point is to not have your obit read "She was a neat and organized person, that's what we remember most about her"
Yeah, well, I think one is as bad as the other. A mess vs perfect neatness. Neither appeals to me.
Mostly I want to be able to say that I've done, in some fashion, most of everything I set out to do. And then convey that in some way to others, especially my kids.
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