MY DAY: Trying to return to routine

September 27th was my last official blog offered by my own hand, the others, labeled as MAKE IT A GREAT DAY, were from DailyOM that is one of my favorite sites.

The seasonal weather change, which has always sacked my spirit and energy no matter how hard I strive to overcome it, smacked me down pretty hard. Except for teaching, Zooming with my son and son-in-law in London, spending time with my friend/sister, Laura to see several shows and grabbing a bite to eat, long-lunching with my friend, Kim, or enjoying some Zoom activity with my one Facebook group and our regular Zoom-lunch on Thursdays, my remaining time has been spent curled up in bed watching documentaries, THE ANDY GRIFFITH SHOW, and other items of interest, or snuggling with The Quartet.

Yesterday, I decided to move my clothes downstairs after removing items in the smaller bedroom closet to the basement. In 2013, when I turned the entire second floor’s former dormitory into my bedroom and lounge, the new guest bedroom closet became an organized utility closet and additional storage.

There were no less than thirty trips up and down both sets of staircases. Amazingly, I’ve not discovered any repercussions from the rather strenuous activity.

Now, it’s time to readjust the sales and return myself to a new schedule for research and writing. I regroup myself twice a year to reorganize and refocus my energies. Despite the grueling effects of the preceding restructuring I always welcome the change.

I tire of reading memes that stress change “is painful.” Yes, there might be uncomfortable changes but so much is dependent on our mindset and how we view change. There have been changes for which I’ve not been a fan but in the end, I’ve always valued the results or at least, adjusted to them with positivity.

While cleaning out the closet in my study, I ran across a box of cards and other items collected over forty years. In the box I found two of my favorite cards from Mother, 1979.

The first card was wishing me luck on my marching band drum-major auditions. During a practice with the band where those auditioning for the leadership position were permitted to take the band through a series of commands, I gave a “right hace” and proceeded to turn to my left. Mother noted in my card that should I panic, my watch was always on my left wrist. Since that note of advice, I still look to my left hand when faced with a directional decision.

The second card was given me later that evening when Mother picked me up at the high school following the auditions that resulted in me as a freshman drum-major.

The cards reassured me and reminded me of who I am, of my many blessings, and substantiating my beliefs, dreams, and of where I might be of service to others. Mother always knew the right words to reinvigorate any sagging spirits; I knew better than to share any self-doubt in her presence as she refused me that indulgence with a good deal of motherly stricture.

Finally, her command in the second card, an oft repeated command that was to serve me well through life and as a parent, myself: “Do your best.”

I need to return to my practice of making it a great day.

Physician, heal thyself.

The second card.

About Wright Flyer Guy

Darin is a single adoptive father, a teacher, playwright, and musical theatre director from Kettering, Ohio.
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