Ouch. Thorny vines and gray, rotting leaves. The scraggly and overgrown garden truly needs a makeover. My broken trowel is woefully inept at breaking up the hardened soil. The world spins me into a deep isolation, stripped of my values and desires. Just as a cold brew of wrath and resentment begins, I turn to the concept of interdependence.

Across the spring meadow, Forget-Me-Not flowers bring sweet reminders of vital etiquette and scheduling I have neglected. In the grip of a pain winter, thieving shadows creep across a bitter calendar landscape. These are the major aspects of Everyday Living I tend to forget for my planner life.

Sometimes, when pain and fatigue are flaring, I am entirely homebound. This is a reality I must accept, and attending outside events cannot serve as my only indicator of a positive month. At the same time, my days at home need more than the easy tasks from my ever-growing to-do list. I need a way to plan that doesn’t conserve my best energy for activities outside the home.