REFLECTIVITY CONCERNING PRODUCTIVITY

In response to two friends, who text at least once a week, here is my most recent reply:

I love every word you both write and enjoyed a chuckle at Shainie’s purchase of a high end sewing machine, which she does not know how to thread, as I’ve wiled away some of my time ordering gadgets on Amazon, which seem likely until they arrive, and we are seen scratching our heads while peering into the box as Will asks, how the heck is this supposed to improve our lives?  LOL!

Cleaning, beautifying your yard and creating art doesn’t sound like doing nothing productive to me.  I felt incredibly productive having recouped just enough energy to get my sock collection off the closet floor (where they’d been for weeks) and into two large drawers, newly fitted with dividers, before they’d  rooted ever so deeply into our carpet.

Day after day, all I could do was to glance their way in passing while leaving them languishing on the floor awaiting reorganization.  Once a bit of energy was mine, I sat myself down on the floor where colorful pairs of socks, complimenting black pants, were separated from those worn with navy—and as that’s when my back tweaked, socks, now color-coded, remained on the floor until several days later when need of my heating pad had been tucked neatly away.  Anyway, this simple task, which under normal circumstances would have taken no more than an hour, required drawing forth many weeks of patience so that my zen-like mindset would not give way to outbursts of frustration, which would have hurried nothing along.  And as my connection to calmness had been successfully maintained, reflection suggests my having been more mindfully productive than I’d given myself credit for in real time.  This is why I love writing—as trains of thought emerge naturally from within the depths of my mind, intuition spotlights insights, which would otherwise have been missed.

Feel my love, dear Shainie and Merle—I am so fortunate to have connected my heart with both of yours over most of my life!

Girlfriends since our late teens

They and their husbands all flew in to celebrate Steven’s wedding to Celina
Sue, Merle, Adi, Annie, Shainie, Nancy
(Sadly, very sadly, Adi succumbed to a brain tumor)

Michael, Mack, Will

Shainie, Merle, Annie

Annie🙋🏻‍♀️🥰🌻