Have you ever noticed how the best laid plans always seem to go wrong?

This morning I couldn’t sleep so I got up really early (3.30 a.m.) with the intention of achieving a lot on my site.  I even wrote a To Do list, but the day has almost passed and not muchhas been crossed off.

I have  commented on several fellow students blogs, but it’s a long process and despite not going back to bed, I still have several more to get through.  I know I WILL get there – eventually!

Having  started this current course a couple of weeks behind everyone else, I am already behind and need to get moving on my site, but I also need to get on with my other life.

Instead of working on my business, today I’ve been really busy doing housework in preparation for the arrival of my in-laws tomorrow, and my son the day after,  when he returns from college.

It should be an interesting Christmas.  My son has autism and my mother-in-law, Alzheimer’s. We’re not sure how long she will  be able torecognise us. Already she has the memory of a goldfish so want to give her the best Christmas possible.

I know doing the housework now won’t make me money, but it will  allow me to spend time with two very special people in my life later. Surprisingly enough, although I’m probably way behind everyone else in the course , I don’t feel at all stressed.

You seelast week a good friend of mine learned she only had months to live, and yesterday,my aunt died of a dibilitating illness, which had caused her agony for years. It was a mixed blessing, butthe two events put everything intoperspective, don’t they?

Here’s a poem which expresses the same sentiments:-

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and a life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there,
With the sun in your eyes and the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain
This day will not come around again

Dust if you must, but bear in mind
Old age will come and it won’t be kind
And when you go, and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust!

 

Work hard but always make time for what’s important in your life.

Jean Shaw