Crying

Yesterday after blogging I attempted to shift gears and move on with the rest of the day. A few games of Free Cell ought to do it.

But in the middle of about the 2nd or 3rd game, I suddenly felt I was going to cry. I didn't want to. I was at home. My family was at home - sleeping - but they were home. I didn't want somebody to wake up and see my crying. I tried to change my thoughts, but it didn't work. Tears started leaking anyway.

I went into the bathroom, closed and locked the door and let go. I don't remember the last time I cried like that. The sobs came from deep down. I felt like a little girl.

I felt restless the rest of the day. Had to stay busy or I'd start crying again.

I tried to knit. That usually relaxes me. But knitting doesn't take enough concentration for me. Before I knew it, I felt tears coming again.

Finally, I decided to clean out and organize the cabinet under the bathroom sink. I pulled everything out, threw a bunch of stuff away, went to Target and picked up a few clear, plastic shoeboxes and started organizing.

Then I tackled the foyer closet. I can't believe the things I found in there. I filled a trash bag and a bag for DAV.

It occurs to me that's what I'm trying to do with my life right now - go through everything, decide what's worth keeping, what's worth sharing and what I need to get rid of - the junk that's been accumulating over the years.

Cabinets and closets are a lot easier and quicker to sort through!! :)