organized huh Shelley? Generally I am, at my best I'm always a step ahead if not two, but quite a bit I couldn't organize the alphabet. Just depends on how I'm dealing with myself at the moment I guess. And yea, Kids'll do that to ya too.
I was always an opportunistic, on my feet planner, I think well on my feet, but at times I just get bogged down wondering where I put what out of place, I'm a little confusing at such times and think out loud to much and talk to myself, but then my father always told me that when I needed someone intelligent to talk with, myself was a good place to start, just don't take myself to seriously.
I'm getting better though, just a matter of putting some things away and behind so they don't occupy my thoughts, time and energy. seems like it's a never ending process, but I'm gaining on it, or so they tell me. Leaving a lot behind lately, I think transition is finally in full progress, bout time, I was wondering when it would actually happen, was just hanging on to and internalising to much for to long and the pots been boiling over.
Thanks shelley, and yeah stephanie, I haven't got much anymore but unfortunately more then will go into my sedan. I'm actually happier without much "stuff", don't feel so tied down, but then there is always my kitties and thier stuff along with my 3 goldfish and of course their stuff as well as all this computer junk. But I just moved a little down the street more or less. I get lonely a lot though, I was used to always having a family around when at home and now for the most part, just me and the "boys", Tiggie and Baxie. After more then 35 some years of marrage and kids, its a little strange just worring about only me. It all takes a lot of getting used to. I like having my own space, but I don't like being alone, makes me think to much and can't find enough to occupy me without all the hussle and bustle about and everyone elses problems to deal with to get me away from my own. Thats generally all it takes to get me straightend back out when I go down to deep, a simple change of subject and activity. Just something else to think about for a while.
Terri