Ice froze a solid curtain on my vehicle windows this morning, and like everyone else in central Florida, I waited until my defroster cleared up all of my windows and mirrors until I ventured out to work.
After putting in four hours at work, the rest of the day was flex, so I thought hey I will clean the house.
(Yes I see you smile, you know where this is going.)
I felt certain that it would be a personally productive day because I made a list in my colorful day planner that I bought to make sure that 2022 was extra cheerful.
Starving, I grabbed a bag of nacho chips and a cup of coffee (yes, not a good snack for diabetics), and ate so many that I suddenly felt sleepy.
Well the back yard looked sunny.
After I stepped out, I sat in my chair by the now cold and empty fire pit. The sun felt great and gloriously warm on my face, and I seriously almost went to sleep in the yard.
(Aside from a wicked sunburn, I am sure that would have been refreshing.)
Talked to one of my kids a while. Watered flowers and took the sheets off them that I had wrapped around the bushes a few days before. It was as if the garden breathed a sigh of relief.
Squirrels barked at me from above, fatter than usual.
And after an hour outside, I thought hey I need to get on the cleaning.
Went to the bathroom to fetch a brush out of my “hair utensils” drawer and the drawer stuck.
Well then it was “on.”
I unpacked the whole thing. The WHOLE thing.
Figured I probably saved about fifty bucks in hair barrettes and brushes because I found them all held captive by my eight different flat and curl irons.
And three fuzzy rollers.
After the hair purge, I felt pretty good, but it was time for coffee.
Well it is flex time, I thought, so I will take out that acrylic nail kit I got at the major retailer for like $8.
I remember telling my bestie, if I can master this, think how much money I can save. On nails that is.
No, I’m not vain. I’m very girlie. And nobody can dispute those suckers (acrylic nails) stay on pretty good.
Upon opening the bottle of acrylic I nearly gassed myself and that, yes, was through my N95 mask.
I put the lid back on, and looked down at the nail tips I had glued on and thought well what am I going to do now?
I ran out the back door, gasping for clean air and turned the kitchen fan on.
(In my head, I felt stupid for thinking I could do my own acrylics.)
So there went another hour and a half of my day, and I found myself frustrated.
But yet, it was a good day. I had a great conversation with my youngest daughter, spent some time in my garden, made Mexican casserole for supper and put away folded clothes.
Not too bad I guess 🙂
There is always a brighter side. Even when your list goes by the wayside. When your project doesn’t turn out. When you feel like you have failed, you really have not.
Tonight, as I listen to the Christmas Canon from TranSiberian Orchestra, I think of how grateful I am for this life. What a wonderful day. How blessed I am.