I don’t know whether this helps any or all of you @Teej @CheerBear @Zoe7 and anyone else around .... but I hope so.
I like things to be organised. I don’t need super-clean, but nicely clean and nicely tidy is my comfort level. I like to do things well, and get the boxes ticked, but I am also conscious that you can make the daily tick-box list too long to be achievable, aside from tipping a few things over to the next day, which I am also good with if they are flexible things (no real deadline).
I didn’t know when I was getting married that I was stepping on board a rollercoaster, and quite apart from life circumstances that have kept tipping my rollercoaster over and spreading it’s contents near and far, I was also marrying into a family who were conditional in terms of providing support, and happily pitching my ideas and ideals willy-nilly off the rollercoaster as we went, interfering often when I thought I might reach a goal and moving it just beyond my reach, or compromising it in some other way.
Add to that the fact that life is trial-and-error anyway, and we are not perfect enough to be able to see around corners and adjust our ideas according to the unforeseen circumstances that tend to hide there .... and to keep from curling up into a tight ball and blocking everything out, I had to learn to bend enough not to break, but be planted enough not to be swept entirely away by everything and everyone around me.
And my mr. was my rock. A lot of the coping ability I did develop was as a result of him questioning what I was trying to achieve, and making me face the reality of what I could actually achieve.
Where is all this leading ? I learned to keep a bubble of time and space around me, and work within that ..... I took a look at myself and recognised that I am an organiser with a fix-it brain .... so I organise and fix within my bubble, and leave a trail of that behind me .....
My achievements don’t always survive the next cyclone to blow down the door (my beautiful garden-sanctuary in the west is all but gone), and I cry about the sad things, but I have had the joy of things like my garden, and some photos, and I intend to draw and paint from these, and carry pieces of it forward with me.
I can panic sometimes when I look beyond the surface of my bubble and what is beyond it feels frighteningly big, but there is authenticity in that too ..... in being afraid and wondering how you will cope, in admitting that things are scary.
Ticking random boxes across the chaotic circumstances is a way of grounding them, persistently, progressively, even if it doesn’t feel like it. Just nudge your bubble over the next tick box, and remember to stop and rest when you are at a limit.
I think you are all amazing people and I am so glad to know you, to be here with you.