What Happens When the Person Who Did Everything Can No Longer Do Everything?
Right now, I am reviewing the first story of my Kindle Vella “Seasons of Love” and I should be working on the second one. However, I’m sitting in what had once been my library/writing room and it is difficult for me to concentrate. Behind me in a corner is a pile of boxes and wrapping bags — Christmas presents from the last few years — ones I’d bought but couldn’t wrap and/or mail.
I once loved doing everything for Christmas, selecting presents, decorating — one year I even baked 20 dozen cookies to give away.
I used to fill the bird feeders, scatter peanuts for the squirrels and crows, and sometimes pull weeds and plant flowers — working through long-term back pain. But things have changed in the last few years — because I have changed.
Several years ago, I had a stroke — -I was lucky, no major paralysis but my left arm is slightly weak. Which at the time was not a big problem since I’m right dominant. After my stroke we had a fire in our furnace and the company who came for the clean-up put two rooms of smokey stuff in boxes and piled them in the dining room.
That was four years ago, and the dining room is still filled with stuff.
Why didn’t I take care of it?
