One thing or period or saga ends and another begins. That's life. As I said before, I am moving. I still have the really big stuff to go, like the washer and dryer and the bed and dresser and the desk with the computer and the TV. But a lot of what made it livable is already in the new place--the dining room table, the couch, the rugs.
I get very frustrated when I think about the changes, but then I consider it a new challenge. It is the place I suppose God wants me to be. It is a place I didn't really want to be, but you do what you can to help, or you do what you have to, or you just do the next thing.
Life is a learning experience. And it is a loving experience. I love Carol and Sarah. If I can help them, that's enough. If it goes sour, at least I tried. Who knows? Something beautiful may come out of this.
I get very frustrated when I think about the changes, but then I consider it a new challenge. It is the place I suppose God wants me to be. It is a place I didn't really want to be, but you do what you can to help, or you do what you have to, or you just do the next thing.
I have this irrational idea that things will improve when we are living together. I will be able to give Carol a bath more often, and I will fix meals on a regular schedule. I will help Sarah more and help channel her energies. Sure I will. All these wonderful things will occur. So if they don't we're no worse off than we were before. Except that we've spent a lot of money to learn this lesson. There I go being negative again.
