Boy, howdy! That's how that say it isn't it?
It's a southern expression of emphasis, exclamation, or plum worn-outness. The expression I generally wear on my face on most any given day that, thanks to a trip to Oregon (more on that later), isn't quite as severe as it has been recently.
There's been a lot of loose ends around here lately, and for a moderate control freak, I'm starting to feel the weariness of it all. Last week I couldn't help but live in it and embrace it, because I didn't have much in the way of options to do anything but.
But now? I sort of do, and I'm starting to get that fire in my gut feeling that only means one thing.
Reorganization. Not heartburn, as I'm sure you were thinking.
The obvious place to start is in the house. Our kitchen is mostly there and our bedroom as well, but the rest of it, not so much. And with an approaching "a sizeable number of people will be crossing your threshold to warm your house" sort of event here in the making, we've got to get a move on.
Oh, but the reorganization doesn't stop there. I'm feeling it every time I walk into my office. Or look in the mirror or in the refrigerator. Or at my journal or a calendar. I want everything in its place. Orderly. Simplified. Prioritized. If you were selling some sort product that could do it for me and I had to offer up my firstborn, I just might do it.
Because I want it that badly.
But there's a give and a take with all of this and mostly, I know I need to be willing to continue letting go of the desire for all of it to be tied up nice and neatly. Life is NEVER tied up nice and neatly. Amen?
So I will embrace it all, I say. And if I happen to create a to-do list for that embracing process, don't mind me.
It's a southern expression of emphasis, exclamation, or plum worn-outness. The expression I generally wear on my face on most any given day that, thanks to a trip to Oregon (more on that later), isn't quite as severe as it has been recently.
There's been a lot of loose ends around here lately, and for a moderate control freak, I'm starting to feel the weariness of it all. Last week I couldn't help but live in it and embrace it, because I didn't have much in the way of options to do anything but.
But now? I sort of do, and I'm starting to get that fire in my gut feeling that only means one thing.
Reorganization. Not heartburn, as I'm sure you were thinking.
The obvious place to start is in the house. Our kitchen is mostly there and our bedroom as well, but the rest of it, not so much. And with an approaching "a sizeable number of people will be crossing your threshold to warm your house" sort of event here in the making, we've got to get a move on.
Oh, but the reorganization doesn't stop there. I'm feeling it every time I walk into my office. Or look in the mirror or in the refrigerator. Or at my journal or a calendar. I want everything in its place. Orderly. Simplified. Prioritized. If you were selling some sort product that could do it for me and I had to offer up my firstborn, I just might do it.
Because I want it that badly.
But there's a give and a take with all of this and mostly, I know I need to be willing to continue letting go of the desire for all of it to be tied up nice and neatly. Life is NEVER tied up nice and neatly. Amen?
So I will embrace it all, I say. And if I happen to create a to-do list for that embracing process, don't mind me.
1 comment:
Hmm. Well? You could give up sleep. Or, give yourself goal dates for each room. Like "by New Years" and "6 months" ... not "4 days" and "10 days" and "3 weeks"!
Enjoy the process girlfriend. When it becomes a burden, you yourself suck the joy and life right out of it. Besides, if I don't see cardboard boxes when I come over, I'm gonna start going through closets and cabinets and sheds! For real.
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