Now that I'm "a writer-author", I have taken on a task of immersing myself into my new talent. It's amazing how many others are doing this. I have so many books in my head that the themes just don't go away. Yet, when it comes to sitting down and writing them out, it becomes a challenge, I think this is probably my brain-- or some people call it the unconscious mindset-- trying to drum up more drama to make me resist the writing. It's good stuff! So why am I procrastinating?
I believe that I still haven't let go of a lot of stuff yet. Stuff--meaning possessions, emotions, memories. With a plethora of self-help books read in the last three to four years, they all say the same. YOU NEED TO LET GO in order to move on! It's no easy task. Will letting go of material objects help me move on? You be the judge by reading on.
It's a new year, we all have the resolutions of change on our minds, or we have a "to-do list". This message came to me in the mail from Oprah's magazine just yesterday. Right there on the cover. It says "TAME YOUR TO-DO LIST". It's the Laws of Attraction in action here...and here's my dilemma. I still have lots of material stuff to get rid of. I'm using that as an excuse--for now.
In the last eight months, I have moved the stored items from my ranch house shed into my garage here in my Bay Area home. It's been in that shed for almost four years. It's no easy task. I have to drive the 250 miles up there, visit my in-laws (it's always a pleasure), check out the inherited property that I absolutely am trying to let go of. It's taken three separate trips. Once I load it into my garage here, I promise myself "I will go through it tomorrow". It's amazing how the "mañana" mantra keeps coming up. The boxes sit here, taking up space and I am gradually losing room in my garage for my car.
The last trip down (about four weeks ago), I noticed that something was now moving in my garage in boxes. I heard it. My cats weren't in the garage, I even surprised the varmint going around a box quickly....and saw what I thought was a fat gray mouse. Me, determined to get rid of this thing picked up the cat food and moved it into the house. It upset my two cat's routine for a couple of days, but I noticed that the noise in the garage was getting louder. My old cat smokey, known for his hunting skills earlier in his life, adopted this thing as a room mate? (Note to self--time to cut down on the cat's rations).
Did this thing stow-away from up north? I don't think so...because I might have heard him on the trip down...not likely. My girlfriend knew about my need to go through my stuff and separate it for a garage/yard sale. Her daughter, freshly set up in college needed some kitchen items, so she volunteered to help. I was making plans....releasing my "stuff" -- moving on -- she understood and said she would help. We started going through the boxes...and I did inform her I had been hearing things, and there was a possibility of a mouse. Her words to me: "That's okay, furry things don't bother me at all, we'll just get it out, whatever it is".
We opened the first box that I suspected I heard the noise came from, even took it out onto the driveway "just in case." Nothing there, whew! Then a much bigger box which contained all types of plastic carafe's and jugs. When I opened it, out jumped this huge rat. I normally don't scream (unless I'm in the water and there are stingrays swimming under me at the Grand Cayman's--that's a whole different story) ...but my friend, the one who isn't bothered by furry things--standing there with a broom in her hand--started screaming and stomping her feet at that moment. Okay, so I screamed, a little.
That rat didn't jump outside onto the garage driveway, it immediately u-turned (away from girlfriends stomping fee) towards the rest of the boxes deeper into the garage and immediately wedged itself (standing on it's hind legs) in the corner by the water heater.
Let's laugh here a little. It gets funnier. So, how do two women, get that thing out of it's tight corner? Determination and a long stick with a shop vac! You can now laugh at that imagery. Once that thing was seen running out of the garage onto the driveway towards my neighbors front lawn, we both breathed a sigh of relief.
So what is the Laws of Attraction telling me here? Stop what you're doing? Have fun along the way? Share you're smiles and laughter with a good friend? Probably. Very likely, and quite a bit of laughter from all my departed ones (including my late husband Larry) on the other side. I know this from the bottom of my soul. Now I know that saying "Oh, Saints in Heaven!". That can be used in mixed-company, for sure.
So....here I am, writing and procrastinating. (Hum....procrastinating the material stuff, by writing?) Step one--moved stuff down from the other house--check. Step two (an amendment to the to-do list) - get rid of varmint in the garage--check. Step three -- place the garage/yard sale ads and set the date two week from today (and no more "thinking about it")--check. Step four -- begin assembling that 48" x 70" cabinet laying on my garage floor right now. Step five -- put the "special stuff" in them with pure intentions of organization - (the part I don't want to let go of?)
My knit hat is on and I'm ready to brave the cold in the garage. Learning how to "let go" and laugh along the way--it's a challenge...oh, and hey, I did some writing today!!!
Hugs to all of my friends and readers for "getting this".....please, do comment.
I believe that I still haven't let go of a lot of stuff yet. Stuff--meaning possessions, emotions, memories. With a plethora of self-help books read in the last three to four years, they all say the same. YOU NEED TO LET GO in order to move on! It's no easy task. Will letting go of material objects help me move on? You be the judge by reading on.
It's a new year, we all have the resolutions of change on our minds, or we have a "to-do list". This message came to me in the mail from Oprah's magazine just yesterday. Right there on the cover. It says "TAME YOUR TO-DO LIST". It's the Laws of Attraction in action here...and here's my dilemma. I still have lots of material stuff to get rid of. I'm using that as an excuse--for now.
In the last eight months, I have moved the stored items from my ranch house shed into my garage here in my Bay Area home. It's been in that shed for almost four years. It's no easy task. I have to drive the 250 miles up there, visit my in-laws (it's always a pleasure), check out the inherited property that I absolutely am trying to let go of. It's taken three separate trips. Once I load it into my garage here, I promise myself "I will go through it tomorrow". It's amazing how the "mañana" mantra keeps coming up. The boxes sit here, taking up space and I am gradually losing room in my garage for my car.
The last trip down (about four weeks ago), I noticed that something was now moving in my garage in boxes. I heard it. My cats weren't in the garage, I even surprised the varmint going around a box quickly....and saw what I thought was a fat gray mouse. Me, determined to get rid of this thing picked up the cat food and moved it into the house. It upset my two cat's routine for a couple of days, but I noticed that the noise in the garage was getting louder. My old cat smokey, known for his hunting skills earlier in his life, adopted this thing as a room mate? (Note to self--time to cut down on the cat's rations).
Did this thing stow-away from up north? I don't think so...because I might have heard him on the trip down...not likely. My girlfriend knew about my need to go through my stuff and separate it for a garage/yard sale. Her daughter, freshly set up in college needed some kitchen items, so she volunteered to help. I was making plans....releasing my "stuff" -- moving on -- she understood and said she would help. We started going through the boxes...and I did inform her I had been hearing things, and there was a possibility of a mouse. Her words to me: "That's okay, furry things don't bother me at all, we'll just get it out, whatever it is".
We opened the first box that I suspected I heard the noise came from, even took it out onto the driveway "just in case." Nothing there, whew! Then a much bigger box which contained all types of plastic carafe's and jugs. When I opened it, out jumped this huge rat. I normally don't scream (unless I'm in the water and there are stingrays swimming under me at the Grand Cayman's--that's a whole different story) ...but my friend, the one who isn't bothered by furry things--standing there with a broom in her hand--started screaming and stomping her feet at that moment. Okay, so I screamed, a little.
That rat didn't jump outside onto the garage driveway, it immediately u-turned (away from girlfriends stomping fee) towards the rest of the boxes deeper into the garage and immediately wedged itself (standing on it's hind legs) in the corner by the water heater.
Let's laugh here a little. It gets funnier. So, how do two women, get that thing out of it's tight corner? Determination and a long stick with a shop vac! You can now laugh at that imagery. Once that thing was seen running out of the garage onto the driveway towards my neighbors front lawn, we both breathed a sigh of relief.
So what is the Laws of Attraction telling me here? Stop what you're doing? Have fun along the way? Share you're smiles and laughter with a good friend? Probably. Very likely, and quite a bit of laughter from all my departed ones (including my late husband Larry) on the other side. I know this from the bottom of my soul. Now I know that saying "Oh, Saints in Heaven!". That can be used in mixed-company, for sure.
So....here I am, writing and procrastinating. (Hum....procrastinating the material stuff, by writing?) Step one--moved stuff down from the other house--check. Step two (an amendment to the to-do list) - get rid of varmint in the garage--check. Step three -- place the garage/yard sale ads and set the date two week from today (and no more "thinking about it")--check. Step four -- begin assembling that 48" x 70" cabinet laying on my garage floor right now. Step five -- put the "special stuff" in them with pure intentions of organization - (the part I don't want to let go of?)
My knit hat is on and I'm ready to brave the cold in the garage. Learning how to "let go" and laugh along the way--it's a challenge...oh, and hey, I did some writing today!!!
Hugs to all of my friends and readers for "getting this".....please, do comment.
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