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Year Two, Day 306: Forgiveness

Yesterday I hired my nephew again to help move most of my remaining belongs to storage. I planned on sitting with my boxes and really mindfully sorting what I need to keep, what I need to throw away and what I need to donate.

It felt so good to purge. Yet, sometimes, I cling. I stop, paralyzed, unable to let go of some THING. I get a little anxious. I start overthinking, as I am prone to do. I don't like to waste. Yet I do not want to hoard either.

I am like that with my email too.  My daughter was horrified the first time she saw my inbox.  I have gotten into the habit of deleting junk before I even read emails everyday.  My dear daughter suggested I unsubscribe.  But that always seemed too much trouble.

Until today. I developed unsubscribe fever!

When I wait for the bus, or even on a bus ride, instead of playing Words with Friends or checking in with friends on Facebook, I unsubscribe!

My goal is to clean out my inbox so that only emails from friends, family work, and a few choice newsletters come in. I mean 4,595 unread emails is a bit much.

That was an embarrassing confession!

What is even more embarrassing is that each time I unsubscribed, I would get a message saying "We are sorry to see you go!"

And I would feel guilty! I feel guilty even typing that! As if!

This is an example of how overly sensitive I am.  Not sure if there is much hope for me at my age.

Speaking of my age, I was happy to discover that we are moving on from death in my devotional.  The focus for this week is "forgiveness". I am still working on this one.  And the person I need to forgive most is myself.

But coincidentally (or not), one of the men from the church where I work came into my office today. He apologize for speaking harshly to me when I first started. He didn't realize he was being rude, until his wife pointed it out.

He asked my forgiveness. And through tears, I told him I forgave him. That is what Christians do. And his words made my day.

They did.  My heart was warmed all day.  Thank God. Because I was quite exhausted. That time change always does me in.

A very lovely high point of my day was lunch with my daughter.  She told me the baby names she and her husband were considering. But I was sworn to secrecy!

No baby names will be revealed from this grandma until baby arrives!

On that note, I am going to hit the hay early.  I have a date with a doctor.


DOCTOR Who!  I am excited to tell one of my piano students that I am finally addicted to Dr. Who! Maybe I just needed to meet the right doctor.  I am watching the Peter Davison years (1982-1984).

I can't believe it took me this long, but I am quite addicted.

Happy Monday!

Talk to you tomorrow!

Zita :)


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