Outside it is snowing, in those mean little flakes that usually add up. I don’t know if they will this time, since it was 60 degrees a couple of days ago, but now it really feels like November.
Yesterday was a draining day, I helped my dad empty my mom’s office closet. Shelf by shelf, thing by thing.
We shared a love of office supplies, and I kept nearly all: blank notebooks and amusing blocks of sticky notes and boxes and boxes of envelopes.
But so much to donate, so much to shuffle around. So much to let go of.
As I said to my dad yesterday, my mom was not things.
I’m still feeling it today, not physically, really, though it was more physical than I thought it would be. It was a long time coming, and it’s good to have it done.
Life is littered with these things, it seems.
Tasks we cannot avoid, no matter how much we want to. Tasks we cannot put off forever.
No matter how much we want to.
But that’s not to say we have to rush headfirst into them, running at top speed, unless that’s your style.
It’s OK to take your time and meet them at the natural intersection between you.
The snow or the closet, both were going to come eventually.
Have a great Thursday.
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