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I feel like we are lucky, …and not so lucky. All of us are. Of course we are. It’s the balance of life.

The whirlwind of activity associated with hosting friends and family over the holiday weekend, many of them seeing our new place for the first time, has me in something of a “showing” hangover. I find myself contemplating all we have accomplished, and all that is yet to be done, which lies before us. There is a feeling of being richly blessed (lucky), and now socked with some big responsibilities (unlucky).

It is the part of me that wants to have everything tended to immediately that creates a feeling of pressure about addressing all the responsibilities. If I frame the new responsibilities as obviously transpiring over a span of time, it’s not nearly as daunting. We’ll get to it all, eventually.

My moments of weakness come when I see things that one day concern us greatly, then fade out of mind before we ever get around to tending to them. We start down a project path as far as is immediately convenient, but too often lose sight of it a day later, at which time something else easily seems to grab our attention away from our previous focus.

One of my projects for today will be to get our printer set up and running. We created a “to-do” list on Cyndie’s computer last week, but haven’t had it available for easy reference, and each of us has made individual changes to each of the copies on our own computers. I need to teach her how to use Google Documents, so we can both be updating one master list.

I want to be able to check things off the list as they get completed, as well as see the once-important ones continue to receive visibility, so items won’t linger unfinished.

As our littlest kitty approached me for attention the other day, I got the impression the cats’ behavior serves as an example of how life is. Pequenita strolled up to me for attention, weaving between my legs. As I reached to give her some petting, she kept walking to just out of my reach.

My “to-do” list will always be taking that one more step, out of reach of my ability to accomplish to my heart’s desire.

Written by johnwhays

November 26, 2012 at 7:00 am

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