I have had a surge of energy this week, and I’m using it to try to catch up on some of the dozens of unfinished projects around the house. My goal is to complete — or at least make progress on — one procrastinated task every day.
Part of it is that I am just brim full of mental energy this week. Don’t know where it came from; I’m not asking questions. Carpe diem.
Part of it is shame at my past laziness: How much more pleasant and well-run and orderly could my home have been if I had just made a little extra effort a couple of months ago?
Part of it is rejecting perfectionism.
Part of it is excitement from finally accomplishing things — getting one task done bringing joy and momentum to tackle the next.
One of the things I’ve been working on this week is getting my photographs in order. I love taking pictures, but I have had a bad habit of not putting them into albums. I have THIRTY-SIX rolls of organized pictures, plus another shoebox chock full of hundreds of loose pictures, including most of my wedding pictures and even some of my baby pictures. Last night I got the loose pictures all gathered up and started organizing them; I scanned my more recent pictures and got ready to order reprints for the grandmas in my role as Hambet’s publicist. I’m going to start working on my new albums next week.
I got all motivated after my sister took me to a Creative Memories class when we were visiting. In fact, I got so motivated that even as I started filing and planning my first album, I also signed up to launch a little home business as a Creative Memories consultant! I am preparing to teach my first class next Monday.
I’ll be following the Smockmomma Blogbiz (“i do hereby solemnly swear to never smack any of our readers upside the head with a brochure”) No-Pressure Protocol. If you’re interested in learning more about my new venture, please drop me an email.
Oh, and speaking of the Smock, please don’t be stupid like Peony and forget to put sunscreen on when you go to the pool for the first time this summer. I dutifully screened my face but forgot about my lower back, which probably had not seen the light of day since 1988.