I’ve really been struggling with prioritizing lately. I’m feeling over committed, but it’s all good stuff and there isn’t anything that is an obvious choice to cut out.
As long as I can stick to my basic daily checklists and weekly tasks, I’m surviving, but it’s just a fact of life that I’ll never get everything done that I want to do.
For today, I did a few small “projects” as I was able.
I hung some pictures that I framed last week. I’d been stressing over finding the “perfect” place for them, but finally decided to go with my “best available” spot. While the light switch and thermostat don’t exactly add to the artistic statement, I’ve smiled every time I’ve walked through that little hallway today, so I consider it a success.
Then, when my daughter requested that I come outside with her, I decided to work on more backyard details.
(It doesn’t look like I did much other than arrange the table and chairs.)
I removed the junk from the table . . . and I swept.
I swept the dirt off of the rocks.
I have such a hard time being motivated to sweep outside. Since, y’know, outside and dirt seem to go so naturally together.
And while the fact that you can barely tell a difference in the picture proves that the real-life difference was subtle, at best . . . I’m glad I did it.