I’ve written a few times about the various projects I’ve been taking on lately and thought it was time for a progress report.

Relay For Life

I have initiated a RLF team at my church and have been working to recruit members for my team for the local Relay event. I have one other person on the team so far, and a few others on the fence about joining. The holidays are a difficult team to spring something new on people – especially when it involves money – so I’m not terribly discouraged that new members aren’t beating down my door. Build it and they will come.

I’ve already started fundraising, and find that it is simultaneously daunting and exhilarating to raise money for a good cause. I’ve been extremely lucky so far and have already reached my initial fundraising goal of $500, and have upped it to $1,000. Even better, over the weekend my sister volunteered to help sell Hope bracelets and earrings to raise money for my team, and she is on a tear. She has already texted me that she has sold everything I gave her. Yay! 

Family History Project 

This project is getting off the ground with a herky jerky motion – a bit like the Wright brother’s first attempts at flight I would imagine. That said, I am making progress.

A few weeks ago I dug through some boxes in the attic and found a tiny gold mine of photographs, an obituary for my great-grandmother, an oh so precious handwritten letter from my grandmother, and a few other treasures.

I also wrangled some formal given names from my Mom’s memory via email which are easier to research than “Great-Grandma Ella.”

Then, this past holiday weekend, a visit with my Dad produced a cornucopia of information. I learned a great deal about the family farm and how it came to be, and a bunch of things about my grandparents and my great-grandparents. I also got my hands on some great old pictures and found out who has more, and then – Cha-Ching! – my Dad produced two books that will be hugely helpful with background data – one on the County in which my family has lived for generations, and the other on the church that my great-great-grandparents help found. As if that weren’t enough, Dad, Little M, and I took a short drive down the road, and picked pears and pecans off trees on the farm that have been bearing fruit since my grandfather was young. A priceless outing. (And yes, I got pictures.)

Letter Writing Team

In October I joined the letter writing team at www.soldiersangels.org. Each week I receive the name and address of a new soldier (male or female) in one of the branches of the military, and I write them a letter of gratitude for their service. I have found this to be the most uplifting of my projects, but also the most difficult. It is a privilege to be able to write and express my gratitude for the freedoms I enjoy everyday. However, at the same time, it is incredibly difficult to find the right words, to figure out what to say and not feel like I am sounding like an idiot. You are told upfront when you join the team that you may not ever hear back from your soldiers, but that regardless if you do or not, the letters are invaluable and to keep writing. I have taken that message to heart and will keep writing and trusting that my letters are helpful…and hoping that I don’t sound like an idiot.

Decluttering

A few weeks ago my BFF, bouyed by the success of my yard sale back in early summer, agreed that we should have a sale together.  Get rid of stuff, make money, spend time with BFF. Hurray! 

Wait…now this crap has to sit in my basement until Spring? Boo!!!

I have discovered over the years that I am very much a light switch person. Either on or off. I’m fine with the stuff hanging around until I flip the switch in my mind and decide it has to go. Once I make that decision I want it gone yesterday, so the thought of having this stuff lurking around taking up valuable real estate (especially now since it is piled in the basement instead of stashed here and there) is slowly killing my sanity. In light of the impending sale, I’ve decided to take a break from serious work on decluttering until mid-January in order to preserve what is left of my mind. In January I will be a few weeks away from the sale and will be able to stack, sort, and price with abandon because I’ll know it will all go soon. Hurray!

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