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2022-08-21 11:08 amCrazy and chaotic week, and mostly not in a good way. Family health problems (not me), as a result of which I've spent most of the week up on Whidbey Island with the cats. Which is actually not a bad place for me right now. And I've been Getting Things Done, at least a little. I don't know why, five years after moving to Whidbey and 13 months after Colleen's death, I am finally finding the (energy? motivation? ????) to get some things re-started, but...
So over the last couple of weeks I've finally started making progress on the weeds (which I should have done four years ago), shelving both here and in Seattle, and triage (mainly in Colleen's leftover clothing). Almost all of the latter (three 13ga bags worth so far) is headed for donation; only a few things are so worn that they can't be donated (although I suspect that most will get tossed anyway). It helps that E and c have already picked over the clothing (E only), fabric, and cookbooks. It still isn't enough.
It doesn't help that I keep running across things in the closet that I really have no use or space for, but are so "Colleen" that I don't know what to do with them. Clothes. Hats. Stuffies. Unfinished sewing and needlepoint projects. Later, maybe? I don't know -- this is the "later" I was putting things off to a year ago. And four years ago. And ten years ago.
Have I mentioned low self-esteem lately? Have I mentioned my unfinished projects? Have I mentioned regrets? Being up here by myself is good for me, but that doesn't mean that it feels good to be me. Yeah, I know: grieving and recovering from burnout. Where should one draw the line between self-compassion and whinging?
Maybe I'll get to some of those questions later this week. See above about "later".
