It's a Thursday morning and today is laundry day. I'm folding a load of Tim's shorts and t-shirts and it is interesting to me how many of his shirts have a specific memory attached to them. This tie-dyed shirt we bought together at a shop in Fayetteville, that green one is from a rafting trip we took, this one his friend Bill bought him as a joke.
The soft cloth of each t-shirt reminds me of time slipping away, time passing at a rate over which I have no control. Not that I feel old or am running out of time - it's just that it goes so quickly. I seldom seem to get as much done in a day as I hoped, and each week's to-do list has so many undone items on it. Well, so be it. Such is life. :) We each choose our priorities, what tasks we'll tackle, and then unexpected things pop up and everything gets put on hold.
But overall my days and weeks are filled with wonderful things - hanging out with my nephews, cooking together with friends, spending time in my garden, wandering the farmers' market, talking with sisters. I've got a slew of days that are unproductive, some days lost to stupid things like sitting in front of the computer, or not feeling good, but I'm thankful for each one.
Perhaps I'm pensive as the anniversary of my surgery in 2010 rolls around. It seems that this time of year, I am often struck with gratitude that that whole experience ended as it did, ended so well - with a fairly simple surgery and cancer not being the cause of my issues. I'm filled with gratitude that all I had to do was be patient and heal - no oncology appointments, no chemo, no residual fear.
So very thankful.
So I'll happily fold this laundry, go to the grocery store, even sweep my floor. And be thankful for each of my days.
