Journal to a Muse

I carry your heart in my heart

Tonight, after a languid day perusing at Borders after brunch at our favorite local spot, and after hours of sorting "stuff," and FINALLY getting to the bottom of my inbox, we were poozing in front of the television and realized we had rental movies we hadn't seen yet.

In her shoes had been recommended to me as a movie that explained why women buy the shoes they do. I'm not a big shoe buyer, and hadn't read the book... but was filled with cheery anticipation because I enjoy Shirley Maclaine and Cameron Diaz. Nothing against Toni Collette... I just didn't have any name recognition.

Let's just say that the movie demonstrates how love can be painful when pain isn't acknowledged and dealt with, and also how love can heal the wounds caused previously.

If we'd HAD any kleenex by the TV this would have been a 4 hankie movie for me. (As it was, I just snorked and wiped away my tears. DH didn't cry, but he didn't have the same mother/sister/daughter issues. D'oh!!)

As far as the sorting went, I am still singing the praises of David Allen's book, Getting Things Done. I can actually work at my desk. The blotter is cleared off... AND the only thing in the Inbox is the folder with a list of telephone calls to be made Monday.








The short-term reference materials are in files in the desk drawer. (DH made the desk... isn't it lovely!











Mr. Allen recommended a label maker. DH insisted on buying me a fancy schmancy one... and boy is it fun. Fun (for me) when organizeing reinforces the liklihood that I'll do it again.

Whoo hoo.







And if that weren't enough, as part of my sorting and cleaning efforts, I found two testimonials sent to me by my children.

Who wouldn't love a birthday note like this from their son in college?

Remember back in the day when I went through the "mooning phase?" I have changd a lot since then (well maybe not a LOT) and i attribute a lot of that change to you. Thanks to the wonderful Mom I have, I am the person I am. Thanks Ma, here's to you being here another (number removed) years!

And then an old email I copied from Darling Daughter, letting me know that even if I didn't think I knew all that much, she'd learned a few things from me. Such as:

• Taking your kids on vacation to cabins by lakes are extra credit.

• Traveling to a foreign country is a big deal. Driving in one is an even bigger deal. Driving in one and not throwing your daughter in the bogs while she pretends she is European is the biggest deal of all.

• Learning to love someone is the biggest lesson in life. If you find someone to learn that with at 20 or 30 or 40, it doesn't matter. Just as long as you loe them when you can. Age doesn't matter.

I also found all the cards I've received from DH so far. (They're private.)
I am SO fortunate.
I have a VERY major gratitude list.