Shredding

 

 

 

I am so tickled, I could just bust my buttons!

 

Yesterday I was shredding. As in, taking documents and feeding them into the shredder. Sounds simple, I know. But when you factor in the fact that I had 2 gi-normous paper grocery sacks full of documents, well, let’s just say it took me a long danged time.

 

Honestly – the bags weighed a ton, and moving them near the shredder was no easy feat. But I was determined, you see. So I hoisted those babies and planted myself on the floor near the shredder.

 

Chores and tasks are interesting. A lot of the time, they’re pains in the ass. But when we decide to accomplish something, it’s a whole different ball game. Suddenly a dreaded task is an exciting opportunity.

 

Okay. I know I’m overselling here. No one sees a metric ton of personal documents and says, “Woo-hoo! Look what I get to do! I get to shred for hours!” And that’s not my point. My point is this: getting shit done is awesome.

 

So forgive me for feeling fan-friggin-tastic about checking something off my to-do list. Seriously. I shredded that shredding. Word.

Monday, Monday

 

 

There have been times in my life when any given Monday was my least favorite day of the week. Coming down off the weekend was depressing and the energy-drop felt like an inescapable dark cloud.

 

But that was then. These days, I relish an ordinary Monday. Take this past weekend, for example. Concert on Friday. Gallery opening on Saturday. Afternoon chick party and evening Beer Clug on Sunday. Yow-za! And please know this: all these things were awesome, in and of themselves. It just added up to a lot of commitments and doing.

 

Maybe it’s age. Honestly, I don’t care what the reason may be. I just know I appreciate the quiet predictability of Mondays. The chores, the tasks, all of it. Beautiful!

 

Here’s to Mondays, y’all!

…The Ultimate Result of All Ambition

 

” To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition…”

Samuel Johnson

(1709 – 1784)

 

 

The new pad is basically a never-ending list of projects. And I admit, I’ve had moments of feeling overwhelmed by this. Those times aren’t fun, and when I’m stuck in that clueless goo, I can’t seem to get my feet to budge.

 

Don’t get me wrong – I love having this gi-normous project. I love getting to do these chores. Home is more than a destination. It is a blessing. And right now, Mister and I are blessed in spades.

 

Well, we’re blessed in to-do lists. And I’ve decided that the only way to beat the not-knowing-what-to-do feelings is to just do something. Anything. Need to caulk a patch by the sink? Just ding-dang do it. Thinking of painting a sky on the bathroom ceiling? Grab a brush and go. Eventually, one little project will be checked off the list. And yes, I know it will be replaced with seventeen-eleven-ty other projects. And that’s okay.

 

When we’re lucky, life keeps chugging along. Most of the time, I fail to notice this. And that’s too bad. Because it really is grand just to wake. Just to be alive.

 

Life. Yes, please.

Chores, Chores, Chores

 

 

Now that Rock Camp is over for me, I’m playing catch-up on all my chores. And y’all, I’m playing catch-up – hard.

 

If anyone nears my house and hears a gal crying for help, from beneath a gi-normous pile of laundry, send help.