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Today I turn thirty-seven. I hear rumors and observe behavior that makes me think I'm somehow supposed to hide this. Hmm. I wish I awoke with renewed vigor for the challenges of swimming upstream instead of downstream, for the temptation continues to nip at me. No, I awoke to three children VERY quietly, without the help of their father who had already left for work, preparing breakfast and decorating our home. Darling. I handled the drowned in maple syrup french toast and the huge mug of the 100% blueberry juice I buy at Trader Joe's to give just a touch to sparkling water. I handled my darling girl carrying in a huge bouquet of alstromerias slopping a little water on the floor. I handled starting the day playing balloon volleyball before getting the contacts in. It was all good, until Dynamo, the 7-year old, dropped the entire tupperware of powdered sugar all over the floor. Yeah. So back to that need for renewed vigor. Yesterday I talked to my all gifted in domestic bliss friend about my feelings of great patheticness because I still haven't painted my bed and bath. Yes, after three years it remains the dull flat beige/gray combo with K-mart autumn colored spur patterned wallpaper border. Heavy oak trim dominates every door, window and cupboard and I can't stand it. However, I have yet to lift a finger to change it all. "Paint one wall", she said. Paint one wall! This may yet prove to be the best revelation of 2006. I can paint one wall! Yes I can!! I can prep one wall. I can clean up after one wall. I can move the furniture and take off the plate covers of one wall. Yes I can!! What is it about human nature, or first-borns, or ENFJs, or perfectionists or whatever it is that entangles me and drags me off to Overwhelmed Land to wallow in the mud of defeat? (The high schoolers and I are studying Pilgrim's Progress, can you tell?). I don't know, but I forget so easily. Small steps, break it down, make it manageable. Paint one wall. |
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