Sometimes I get a little stuck. I'm not sure why. I guess it's my way of procrastinating. Some people get super productive in other areas of their lives in order to put off some task before them. Like baking a gazillion cookies or sewing or cleaning out the closets. Not me, I just kinda shut down. I just don't get anything done for a while. Then at the last minute I kick into gear and everything seems to come together. I've been getting stuck for as long as I can remember. When I was little I never imagined that I'd ever get stuck as an adult. This is one of those traits that I assumed would just go away when I was magically transformed into a grown up. Right along with biting my nails and being afraid of the basement.
I'm feeling like this the past couple of days. We have a house that needs fixing. We've had to send all the professionals packing, since we can't pay them anymore. The drywall guy came and picked up the rest of his tools last week. And Big E is already working his rear end off, literally:) I realized that a lot of what needs done isn't really that complicated and the supplies are pretty cheap. So after some careful figuring, I've figured the one who should whip this place into shape is me. Yep, it's time to become a better woman. A girl with some skills. Preferably carpentry skills. That's right! I just need some skills and maybe some tools. That's all I need. Tools and skills. Piece of cake:)
It hit me that if my life were a movie, which I often like to imagine that it is, than this is the scene where the music starts and you see clips of everything getting into shape. You know the athlete, the job, the relationship, in my case the house. I think there's a name for this - montage maybe?
So here I am thinking that this is my time to shine. To rise up and get the job done. I've even taken to wearing a bandanna. Because I think if this is going to happen the more I can look like her
the better. (and also because I still haven't colored my hair)
So here I am. Waiting. Thinking. Waiting. What am I waiting for? So here I am; stuck, again.
Where's that music?