How does that happen?

The weekend sure did fly by! I stayed at a steady pace the whole time, yet I still didn’t come close to finishing everything I needed/wanted to do. I’ve had paint downstairs for weeks ready to paint the bedroom, but we keep having super nice weather every weekend dangit! And “I”, being “me”, can NOT stay inside when it’s that nice out. It’s a curse. How wacked am I that I blame nice weather on my own procrastination?

It was calling my name. I couldn’t help myself.

I DID get one major thing accomplished though, but it really only scratched the surface. I organized a small part of my office. I uncovered piles of paper that I’d printed out over the last several months “to read later”. . . recipes, Photoshop How-To’s, Etsy How-To’s (for my mom), webpage How-To’s (cuz I’m always trying to find ways to improve my site), lists of blog ideas, more recipes, and the list goes on. I put all of these in a binder with tabs separating each category. I took THIS outside with me and read through it all while soaking up what will possibly be the last great weekend of warm sunshine. The entire 2 1/2 inch binder. All as a means to justify my “lounging” in the sun. I don’t know why I feel I have to justify myself TO myself on how I spend my time. That’s another curse. I hate wasting time.

I feel good about my partial organization. I feel good about what all I learned as I read. BUT I now have a new list of To-Do’s which only overwhelms me more because they’re just added on top of the list of things that didn’t get accomplished this weekend. Aaaahh! Does it end? Hell, I wanted to stay busy. (hence the Snowball effect) I’m the one who asked “What do I do now that the kids are grown up?” Well, I’ve thrown myself in so many different directions with so many new projects to learn and piddle with that I’m feeling like a snowball rolling downhill. I’m starting to feel like I used to when the kids were here – running like Hell. . . but in a good way.

I love staying busy. I can’t stand NOT to be busy. But sometimes, I think I should be careful what I wish for.

One thing I didn’t wish for was Fall. Everyone knows that I worship Summer. I do not welcome Fall, even though it’s so gloriously beautiful.

Here are the first signs of Fall here on the East Coast. Much unlike the Midwest that was hammered with snow. I’m glad I don’t live there. But maybe if I did, I’d get this dang bedroom painted.