It’s another first day of the rest of my life. I’m as grumpy as all get up. Summer heat makes my whole body ache on rising. But I shall grin and bear it. I’m going to tackle my most dreaded chore of tackling the paper pile today. I’m not exactly fresh nor energized but mornings are still my best time. We’ll see how I will progress. Nothing happens if I don’t begin. Beginning is hard. Beginning is the magic word.
Purging is the first step. Boy, what a chore! I’m very bad at not opening my mail. That was my first pile. They’re mostly opened now and put in their appropriate piles. I’ve had this problem for a long time. It’s something that I do know. There’s only one way to correct it. That is to open my mail and deal with it ASAP. Let me put it on the list of bad habits to correct. I’ll start off August with opening each piece of mail. Let me to see if I can do that for the whole month.
It is now middle of the afternoon. My box of paper is not overflowing anymore. My bills are paid. I will not try to do any more hard sorting today. I do feel less overwhelmed. Why do I keep doing that to myself, eh? Over and over. I will not try to deal with the psychology of all that. No need to be that gerbil on the wheel. I can just fall off and do the work.
It’s another first day of the rest of my life. There has been a couple of such days since the last. I don’t profess this great or inspired writing. I just want to chart my progress of this journey call life. Once you hit a certain age and certainly after retirement, there are less significant markers. But I can’t say that for this year. Covid-19 is a huge marker of 2020. Myy mother’s shingles experience is memorable but with a good outcome. Sheba’s leaving us for doggy heaven was heart wrenching but natural in the order of life and death.
It’s good for me to do my tapping/talking here. I know I’m not being correct when the words hit the page. I can do an edit. But if I keep it all inside, the words and worries will turn over and over, fester and grows infectious. They can poison my body and soul. This is a good practice for me. Now that I’ve tapped out a few words and thoughts, I will head over to sort some paper clutter. Another day in the life of….
onethousandandtwo 
Isn’t every morning, for all of us The First Day of The Rest of My Life? Each and every one of us has chores or challenges that we must start even when we dread starting them. Each and every one of us must start/begin or it never gets done. And so we do it now because to let it pile up, to put it off until later only means we will look at it with dread as the pile grows larger day after day. So, if your mail is one of those thorns in your side make it a practice to grab a cup of coffee or tea and tackle the joy early each day and get it out of your sight. I believe that you will be successful in this project, the trick then becomes doing the next challenge the same way because as soon as you concur one project it will be replaced with another.
Thank you, William. I’m working slowly through.
It’s a good mantra to have: the first day of the rest of my life. I myself do forget this sometimes, and often lose sight of the things I should be grateful for. Thanks for this little reminder!
Thanks, Stuart.