....it helps me remember things. For scrapbooking. For happy things that have happened. For settling arguments when we can't remember what we did for certain holidays. Obviously I haven't been winning any arguments lately, though, since I have been failing miserably at blogging. Oh well, try, try again, and all that.
I decided to be a little kinder and gentler on myself recently, and it has paid off in a big way. I've lost some weight, don't feel as stressed, though I'm busier than ever, and am slowly feeling some joy where it was missing in my life. Weird how that can work. I taught a quilt class this week for the first time in years....7 years maybe?....and it was so fun. Exhausting, and when I did the breakdown, I probably made $10 an hour, but it's money I wouldn't have had otherwise, and it was a good brand of tired. Well earned and fulfilling. Reminds me of when I was clowning. Birthday parties were so exhausting. And I dreaded every minute, but then in the car on the way home, I so enjoyed the natural high I felt that I would be eager to get another gig.
I have a job interview Monday for another part time bookkeeping position. Sounds kind of too good to be true. I really hope it works out, and it's kind of cool how it fell in my lap at the perfect time. Like God knew somehow that my door was open and I needed this.
I am so excited for Christmas this year. Tonight on the way home, Taylor and I drove through a few neighborhoods and people were putting up their lights. I got all giddy and excited - came home and pulled out the Christmas cd's. Haven't played them yet, but they're ready for this Friday. When I won't be shopping, might I just add. Man, when I worked at Nordstrom I thought it was bad when we were open until midnight just a few days during the holiday season. And I think the earliest we ever opened was 7 a.m. Not that the mall is open all night (yet), but I am seeing some of the craziest hours ever. You couldn't pay me enough to do that. It's one thing, signing on as a nurse or working in some profession that dictates 24 hour service, but really? Retail? Bah! I would hate Christmas even more than I did when I worked retail. I was a real Grinch in those days. And I think it scarred me (well, obviously it did, since I still hate to shop at the mall) for a few years after I quit. Finally now I love, love, love it. Am so psyched for Shimelle's JYC to start. I think this might be the year I follow through - ha! First I have to tackle this mess:
I just feel different, somehow. Like a switch has been flipped.
Love this photo because it looks so much like my own space.
I have one area (my desk) that is fairly neat and the rest of the room is a all over the place, creatiave chaos-lol.
Posted by: Lisa @celebrate CREATIVITY | April 05, 2012 at 07:43 AM