Shelter in Place Microphone ready and boxed memories to go through

Our new normal has affected everybody. Working from home recording voice overs once again is my blessing. When I fought my Cancer, who knew I was weak and tired and counting every day as a gift and there I was reading my scripts. Now as we navigate this pandemic, I have settled in to this job easily. The scripts aren't coming like they use to, but it seems to keep me from slipping into the funk so many are struggling with. Had yet another diagnosis of cancer cells in January. Surgery was performed, tissue removed and ALL 25 lymph nodes are clear. I have yet another chance on life. Now it's time to purge and clean and re-evaluate it all. I decided it is time to go through my box of old cards. The journey through the letters and notes and cards have reminded me of family, friends, long time ago loves, and memories of when my marriage was more loving. Having to move with the time, I carefully pick and choose which cards to purge and which ones should I keep just a wee bit longer. A card from my Father telling me he cares about me and loves Me, Hmmm, where did that come from? Sweet sentiments from my Husband, an email from my ex husband when he found Me on the radio, and rattled my world. The card from my youngest brother thanking Me for the support I gave him during the loss of his marriage, his job, his sobriety. My girlfriends and all their support on my birthdays, my cancer journey, and cards just appreciating our friendships. My crazy French lover in Europe when I traveled 9 countries on my own with a back pack at age 28. The boyfriends after my divorce who I swore were thee one.I certainly am a sucker for a charmer that is for sure. There was a response letter from my therapist, Hila, who I had randomly reached out to and thanked her for her 2 x 4 therapy that I should've listened to a helluva lot longer than I did! The letters and child like writing of Adam I cannot give away, so it goes back into the box as it makes me smile about those early years as a Mom. This isn't an easy task to do, but it needs to be done.The memory seed has been replanted and now as I am here looking back on the road I have traveled, I guess now is not the time to let it all unravel and just move with the time and my moments today. It was a good project. I have an audition to do, and I can thank God for life today once again.