Breakthrough… page 96

Day 188 – 09/16/2020

It finally happened. Not because energy welled up from within and burst through my fingertips, but because disgust overwhelmed my ennui at last. Yesterday I studied the smears, smudges, and assorted rubble in front of me until I found myself on my feet, transferring everything to another surface while I decontaminated my desk and surroundings. Today the clean expanse glows, and holds only one extraneous item – so far. My monitor is free of dust and spit-takes. The 3-layer cart next to me has been unloaded, sanitized, purged, and repopulated with nothing but the priority goods, based on need or the shot of Happy they deliver.

It’s cause to wonder what else could happen right under my nose. Will I wake up one morning to discover that the WTF Basket has been whittled down to a sentimental note and an invoice for the t-shirt I really am going to send back? Will the two bins containing The Dread Unsorted find their way into the light and be forced to give up their secrets? My carelessly-hoarded stockpile of duplicate photos, bad photos, totally unnecessary photos… the ever-accumulating email… my series of I Need To Clean That Out folders… will all of that magically come up missing some glad morning? Stranger things have happened.

Since progress and success are not without price, I paid for my random foray into the real world with sciatic pain off the charts, but in my own masochistic way it was worth it. Might see what else I can get into… not sure if it’ll be instigated by ambition, boredom, being grossed out, or all of the above, but anything that moves the story forward is acceptable currency.

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  1. Dee A Poe
    Sep 16, 2020 @ 15:27:43

    Sorry you had such a high bill for all of your good work, sciatica is very painful as I understand it, but dang, you gotta feel good getting all that done. I try, little by little, to get my emails back down to a reasonable amount, and my junk mail box is manageable, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get my regular email to a controllable amount. And I can’t even talk about photographs, except to say that I still have my grandkids last year photos in the frames on the mantle, and was just told they’ve already taken this years. Okay, I will say one more thing about the pictures – I started ordering prints to make myself, my daughter, and each of my grands by my daughter photo albums, and there they sit, some have three copies of each photo. I often wonder if the day will ever come when I’ll have that done, and where the heck are last years school pictures, anyway??
    Lest you think these are my only slips in organizing, let me assure you, they are not. But Mom watching takes a lot of time, even if 80% of the time it’s only that – watching and monitoring. I just never know when I need to run to her to make sure what she’s doing is safe and okay. I’m not complaining; the day will come that I won’t know what to do with all of the time I have, but I’m not wishing for it any time soon. I accept what life is right now in this circumstance. I did it for my dad, it was a little different, but still took almost all of my time, and I’ll do it for her until the very end.

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