Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been XXX years since my last confession:
I mentioned my friend who has difficulty letting anything go. I encourage her to get rid of things, but she resists and probably thinks something is wrong with me for passing things on so easily. (I trash very little, but I do donate and pass things along. It's easy to do here in wear it out, use it up, make do New England.)
The other day she asked me if I saved old Christmas cards. I said that I did not. Now I have to confess that I found a whole stack of old Christmas cards as I was cleaning out some cupboards---just the fronts. I use them to decorate Christmas presents. I wrap in plain paper and then stick a pretty card front in the middle of the package. Seriously--use it up--these look pretty, you can put the to: and from: in a corner, they pack ever so much more easily than bows if you send gifts in the mail. And it is thrifty! (Sounding defensive?)
The weather is supposed to turn very hot and humid again. Will I completely blow my Florida gal credentials if I admit that I am actually longing for some cool autumn nights?
Keep in mind that I have AC in Florida and a wimpy little fan in Vermont.
I reminded myself that everything happens for a reason. I invited the universe to provide me with a place and I trust the universe. No need for stress.
And then my face breaks out like a teenage girl's--just to let me know that a.) I have not spiritually evolved all that much and b.) the universe has a wicked sense of humor.
I read this thing on Facebook about how retirement was the fulfillment of every teen's dreams--one of the dreams being for clear, unblemished skin. Seems unfair that I should still have breakouts, does it not???