We have had a week full of reminders of the meaning of father or dad. Some of the lessons this week have not been pleasant. They are reminders of the physical loss of a father-figure, sorting through feelings of emotional voids, lessons on respect of differing opinions, and understanding our respective roles in the ever-progressing stages of life. It is an emotional week - one that will hopefully contribute well to the development of individual family members and to the overall make-up of our family in the long run. First, we have to get through this week.
In an effort to do something a little productive this morning, I embarked on the post-tax day cleaning of my office. I have a lot of bad habits, just like everyone. The cleaning of my office helped to deal with my bad habits of disorganization, bad filing, and cryptic notes left everywhere. I have electronic notes of all sorts, notebooks, journals, and post-its. The cleaning gave me a little control over just one aspect of my life this week.
The clean-out worked. I have a bag full of shredding to do and fewer notebooks. I have a nice clean work space while not threatening my creature comforts. One of my worst habits however, is making notes about what I want to write and then I walk away from the notes and the piece is never written as is evidenced by the 5 month lag on this page. The sad thing is, some of the notes are no longer meaningful to me and I wrote them. There are many however to be tackled in the coming weeks. Stay-tuned.
Now finally, the inspiration that was found in this morning's exercise. I found this list, with no heading. No explanation, just a list. It is so ironic it was found this week. I needed this, as do others in my family but I think it is too soon for them. The note will serve as inspiration to write and document and move the thoughts from the 2x3 tablet on my desk. I will write it as it is, with no explanation. No explanation is needed, but I wonder how it would have been written if done prior to this week. This week calls for the simplicity of the list.
He taught me:
- When to be quiet
- Patience
- Love of family
- Belief in God
- How to accept death as part of the journey of life
- Kindness
- Empathy
- Loyalty
- To laugh
- Humility
- Meaning of the song, "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling"
- The effectiveness of well-placed words
- The beauty of simplicity
- What it means just to be yourself
- Quiet humor
- To do the right thing when it is time to do it whether it is easy or hard to do it
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