Getting organized has been on my mind lately. My thoughts, moods, sleep and eating schedule are a wild chaotic mass. I decided to do something about it...starting with my house. That all started the other day when I was asked what I do all day. After thinking about it, I realized that I don't do that much. I take care of Margaret most of my day. Now its time to balance Margaret's care, my needs and the house needs.

There are seven rooms on the first level of our house. I will clean one room a day except for Sunday. I began by looking at the rooms. Since this room (computer room) is the one most visitors see when they come in I began here. I cleaned it yesterday. I looked at the floor and talked with Margaret and we made a decision to retile it. I tiled some last night and will do more when I finish blogging. It will take some doing but I am up to it.

This morning at 9am I have a meeting at church, therefore I woke at 3 am.

Performance anxiety it is. I will be okay as I am not anxious this moment.

"Kindness is a key element in life." Case in point..my grandson's father. I have been nice to him for many months now. My plan was to be nice so he wouldn't be angry at Mandy. Now its to the point where I like him and truly want to nice to him. Funny how that works.

I bought two books on creative writing. I started one but need to do the first workshop lesson. I will buy the newspaper. My book is stalled again. I am on the fence about that. I wanted to write my life's story, but I am also leaning on writing about my recovery. I also am not sure if I want to include my parents and siblings. I gave my oldest brother his chapter, he hasn't called me.

Well this is getting long...I need to get to work on the floor.

Peace.

Henri Bergson-"To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly."

David