To all who saw me cowering under my desk as a cry for help, THANK YOU for your calls, emails and Facebook messages - it was a dark and stormy night in My Secret Hoarding Place and you got me through. You, and a little divine intervention:
|Lord, grant me the courage to change the things I can|
And lo, a positive sign was sent:
|Lost and Found - Things Are Looking Up :)|
Then an angel came on Sunday afternoon and, get this: her name was MARY!!! And, yes, her hands are always bathed in light:
|"Help! I'm lost in a towering pile of delayed decisions!"|
Mary Carlomagno comes armed with a labeler, and before long all the huge memories and emotions I've wrestled all weekend like alligators - purging and sorting piles and piles of special ed law, doctors reports, post-adoption paperwork, kid art, household papers, are...contained. All the hopes and dreams, the false starts, the failures - in a binder, in a box.
Mary keeps moving kid and house related files out of my overflowing go-to box. It makes me nervous. I am used to squeezing my own stuff around theirs, and the box is looking disconcertingly empty. Making room for...
"I have my eye on some nice folders for you. I see sage green, or sky blue," Mary says, pointing to colors in my newly discovered carpet. "You're going to love putting your work in them." Making room, for my work. In my office. My Secret Working Place:
P.S. Just tuning in? Operation: Find My Floor starts here. Adventures with Mary Carlomagno start here.