I’m skipping a few weeks between Sunday Lately posts and I don’t know if I should number based on the weeks or based on what week I’m on. So that’s why you get the ? in there. I have no idea what day it is or what week it is half the time anymore. I used to use that brain training app and honestly didn’t see much of a difference, but I am noticing a difference when I don’t do something cerebral. Or maybe I’m just a little scattered with other things lately?
Anyway…onward!
Planning
I am planning a huuuuge weekend of cleaning. Friday, September 4th was the official closing day on my father’s house, so Thursday, September 3rd was the panicked, “Oh shit we have to haul everything out of here; I don’t care where it goes, but it can’t stay here” day. So I’ve been playing a fun game called How Much Stuff Can You Pack Into a Ford Focus. Angelica: 10, Car: 0.
Well it ended up in my garage. And my basement, my office, my bedroom. Basically my house is full of things that I couldn’t bear to part with from my childhood and Christmas decorations. My dad loves his Christmas decorations, which is ironic because I hate decorating for holidays. I definitely didn’t get that gene.
Loving
This weather! Yesterday morning while I was cleaning, it was warm and sunny and dry (important because I was chucking empty boxes into the driveway in victory every time I emptied one).
Yesterday afternoon, I finally caught a summer thunderstorm. I have a covered back porch and my favorite thing to do is sit on the porch and listen to the rain. I was moving a few things around and I got rained on, so I figured, “Hey I’m already wet, why not go play in the rain.” So I did.
Reading
The Life-changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. Of course. I got sucked in. Probably because I need a cubic shitton of some magical tidying up help.
There are some things in this book that are so useful. Her advise for storing clothes or how she advises you to keep an item if it brings you joy and let go of those that don’t (sound life advise overall, don’tcha think?)
But there are certain things like, “Your house will tell you where to store it,” that I’m like……”Really? Really, Marie? It will? Yeah okay…”
Wishing
For long weekends all the time. I would get so much done and feel so much better. Or I’d just be happy if I could wake up at 7am every day. I think that’s my sweet spot. Any earlier and I feel like a zombie. Any later and I feel like I’ve wasted the morning (my most go get ’em time of the day).
Feeling
All the feels. I don’t like change. I’m not a person who can roll with the punches. I sit there and freak out and cry and then I can think clearly and reassess. But to reassess it on the fly? Nope.
For example: Jonathan and I were installing a new floor in my father’s house back in January. I was getting so worked up and frustrated that I couldn’t see or think clearly. It wasn’t until I banged some things around, got angry, and cried a little did I get back to work with a solid plan of attack.
So I just need to throw some things around a little first, but I’ll be alright.
