Several months ago while I was apparently pretending to be someone else, I resolved to exercise my creative side more this year. Clearly that other more-motivated me has left the building, because lately I’ve been everything BUT creative. I’ve been bored, distracted, overwhelmed and disorganized with little bursts of productivity stuck in there for good measure.
I did manage to work my way through volumes of paperwork, more laundry than you can shake a stick at, and some pesky, weedy flower beds only to find that the rest of the house was falling apart while I wasn’t looking.
Perhaps it was the distraction of the new puppy we adopted in March, her broken leg in June, or my broken foot in July. Maybe it was the change in schedule when the kids got out of school. Maybe my husband’s return to work?
Whatever it is, I’ve been off balance for a while now, and I’m searching for that little something that will help me to right myself.
I’ve been trying to shoot some photos over the past few weeks, but I’ve made no progress on the photography class I was taking.
I have two “craft” projects that have been largely ignored for months now — a window treatment for our dining room and a window-seat cushion for the lovely window seat/bookshelves my husband built for our daughter’s room. Completing those seems like a pipe dream.
I have a number of the supplies I need to re-do the kids’/guest bathroom. It needs a new floor, too, and some paint. The living room also needs to be painted and the office.
All of the carpets need to be cleaned.
To top it all, I decided back in November it was time to shed these 30 or so pounds I’ve been lugging around for a few years now. I’m a little more than 1/2-way there now. I was 2/3 of the way there, but I slid backwards. I don’t think it’s any secret that I eat when I’m stressed.
I have no idea which one of these to tackle next. I’m just stuck.
I think I’ll go do some more laundry. When all else fails, there’s always laundry.