It is Sunday morning and, as of right now, I am the only one awake and up at my house. For some reason, I didn’t sleep well last night….if I stopped and thought about it long enough, I could probably figure out why that is but it usually involves worrying about something, or someone.
My mom taught me a long time ago that it isn’t exactly productive to stress out and worry about things. I can’t say that I learned that lesson well as it is still something I struggle with on a daily basis. I worry about money, I worry about work, I worry about my kids, I worry about my husband, I worry about the affairs of the world, and the list goes on and on….and truly, most of what I worry about is far beyond my realm of control. One of these days I will actually figure that out….
For today, I think I will take those thoughts of worry and turn them into something a bit more productive than insomnia…. like cutting, sanding, painting, and cleaning out the hall closet….
It’s a disaster and full of stuff that we don’t need or use!
One Day and Counting…. the number of empty medicine bottles I have been “saving”…good grief!
So, remember that stack of wood that I drug out of my storage unit several weeks ago??? (here’s a picture of it, just in case you don’t)
With all that has happened, it seems like I took that picture a million years ago! At any rate, I have been working diligently on that stack of wood and I am FINALLY starting to make some progress on re-purposing that wood into something far more creative than a place for dust to settle.
I have signed up for a couple of craft shows this fall so that simple act has given me a goal and basically “forced” me to get busy. Here are some of the results of my efforts….
Some wood waiting to be painted…
And some that is waiting final touches.
It is my hope that all of these “half-finished” projects, that used to take up space in my storage unit, will turn out to be a financial shot to the arm. It always remains to be seen but I am usually pretty successful at craft shows. The reality for me is that I have finally found my motivation to keep painting and putting my projects together. I still don’t have my own space to cut and sand my wood but I have managed to find a spot to work when I need to. One of these days I will get lucky….
One Day and Counting…. all the projects I now have ready to paint!
Today is Monday, which marks the beginning of my work week, and I am exhausted. Not exactly the best way to start the work week. As it usually goes with me, when I get this tired, I want to crawl into a corner and forget that the world exists. I don’t want to fight to keep what little motivation I have to continue running, work on projects, clean the endless pit of my storage unit, and wade through the countless other projects I have piled up around me. So many times I feel like all of my efforts are for naught. What difference does it make if I run each day, or finish a craft project, or take another pile of trash to the dump? Who does it impact, really?? I will tell you, it impacts me.
To be honest, if no one else cares about anything that I do, I know that I can look in the mirror and say “You are doing it!” So, I am feeling a little picked on tonight… a little lonely and forgotten but I know that these feelings are fleeting, and nothing a little sleep can’t take care of. Speaking of which, its time for just that .
One Day and Counting… sheep!