Keen Blog - Day 3.
3:52 P.M. (Eastern)

Hey, look!  My first question from a Blog Reader!  I'll omit the member name, just for privacy.  Here goes!....

Dear Heather,
You are a very wonderful person.  When I speak with you everything seems to make sense.  Is your life very orderly and sane?
Cally in Cali

Well Cally in Cali,
I've never been accused of being sane before, so I may need to think about this one.  I can tell you that there are some areas of my life that are so orderly they are dull.  I'm a data junkie so I like to have all of my electronic files arranged in a very specific manner.  I'm a finance-aholic.  I have to know where every dollar was spent and I budget like a freak.  Some may call it e-OCD.  But I have to tell you, girl, that there are some areas of my life that are a veritable train wreck!  Shall we look at some examples?

First, my closet.  Let's not go there.  No, I mean really, let's NOT GO there.  It would SCARE you.  Where I prevail in data organization, I fail miserably in closet management.  I have clothing.  I have hangers.  But never the two shall meet.  I don't know what it is...Mommy Dearest Syndrome?   Oh, and when I buy shoes....and let me tell you I BUY shoes!...they stay in the boxes stacked inside of my closet.  It's like Stuart Weitzman's interpretation of the Leaning Tower of Pisa!  I won't even get into the shame of the scarves and handbags.  It would make you blush.

What else?  My journals.  Who knew recording time could be so unruly?!  Dog clothing.  I have 9 dogs, 8 of whom wear little sweaters and boots and such (uhm, they get COLD.)  The dog's  closet is now basically a little mini-closet-replica of my own wardrobe.  What can I say, my dogs need a personal assistant.  What else?  Photographs!!  Not the electronic ones, those are very well organized, thank you.  But the collection of odd pictures from across generation that ended up in my possession and never made it into an album or frame.  The good news....I don't even kid myself any longer that I'll get to that.  It's just not getting done!

So Cally in Cali, the moral of this is that I will always pay my mortgage, but I never know what socks I'm going to wear.  As for sanity, I guess it is all in how you define it.  I dress eight little pups every day before my morning yoga...does that sound sane to you?

Thank you for the email.  I will send you free minutes soon.

Best of love and life to you,

Heather

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