Watching Jeorgi

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Georgiana Lillian.  Jeorgi.  My mother. She was a doer.

Mom's life was overflowing with a husband, four active, messy kids and an assortment of pets that over the years included dogs, cats, gerbils, hamsters, guinea pigs, snakes, lizards, birds, rats, a chicken and even a seagull.  Our weeks were an endless stream of softball games, music lessons, ballet, wrestling, volleyball, student council, football, school projects and various celebrations.  Mom and Dad were also running their own business, a community bike shop, and were activists in our little suburb to boot.  They served on the historical society, the PTA, and the library board.  They were foster parents and troop leaders.

Jeorgi enjoyed crafting, but had little free time, which meant that closets and spare bedrooms were filled with half-finished knitting, quilting, crocheting and embroidery projects.  She belonged to a nationwide group of women who traded coupons and rebate offers.  There were boxes stuffed with labels and cardboard box tops in every corner of almost every room.

My mom used two "formal" tools to keep on top of everything -- a calendar that hung in our kitchen and listed special occasions and "important" dates like doctor's appointments and birthday parties, and a pocket planner where she wrote weekly activities and bits of information she needed to remember.  Informally, our house had little lists and notes on scraps of paper everywhere -- tucked into the fruit bowl on the kitchen table, attached to the refrigerator with magnets, on dresser tops, counters, taped to cupboards and walls.

Looking back, I don't know how she did it, and to be quite candid, our home life culture was often chaotic and frenetic. That culture is directly related to three characteristics of my adult life:

1. a busy life driven by the desire to make a difference

2. a disdain for clutter

3. a constant quest for a better time-management system

Jeorgi passed away in 2012, and truthfully, was taken from us in body and mind by multiple sclerosis much earlier than that.  I am sure she would be quite amused that two of her daughters are launching a business centered around an original time management system. But she would also be exceedingly proud.

My mother was a true starfish thrower -- someone who made a difference in her family and community.  I wish our Starfish Planners had been around to help her manage all the exceptional things she did so she could have enjoyed them more.  That is, after all, what we are striving to do -- to help make the most out of each day so that you can make a difference every day, for yourself and others.  And we want you to love the many things you do and the people you impact without feeling frazzled and out of sorts.

Thanks for stopping by the blog.  If you read through to the end of this post, I suspect that we are kindred -- that you, too, are a starfish thrower.  Stay tuned -- help is on the way.

-Jennifer


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