I am currently knee-deep in the middle of eight million projects. It’s almost overwhelming and I have to keep reminding myself that I’m doing this FOR FUN. (It’d be a lot easier if I wasn’t forced to spend a third of my entire day at work.) (Did I mention how grateful I am to still be employed?)
It occurred to me yesterday that if I went to bed a little later each night, I could really maximize productivity. Normally, I’m in bed by ten-thirty, which is just in time to catch the second Seinfeld rerun. So, why not push it back to midnight? Sure, I snooze my alarm eight times each morning, but does that really have anything to do with being tired? Or is it just that I don’t easily make the transition from being asleep to being awake?
Then I spent four hours after work taking pictures, stopping for groceries, and making cake pops and by the time I got in bed at TEN-FIFTEEN, I was exhausted. And you people with kids? How do you do it?
Going to bed later isn’t an option. (I need sleep.) Working less isn’t an option. (I need money.) I’ve stopped watching TV during the week. I’ve completely quit cleaning my apartment. I rarely go grocery shopping (which you’d think would result in less eating, but, surprisingly, it hasn’t). (In fact, my pants are quite snug. I know this because every time they get a little too tight, The Husband compliments my butt. Which I suppose is flattering in a fuck-I-need-to-go-on-a-diet kind of way.)
So, what’s keeping me busy?
Photography, as always. Taking and editing photos is a daunting, never-ending task. And, as much as I love it… I wish it came easier. (When something you absolutely love to do doesn’t come naturally… does that mean it’s not meant to be?)
I’m building my own table-top lighting tent. This project requires many trips to many stores, hours spent standing in an aisle being indecisive, many chewed fingernails, frustration, and, finally, one trip Samy’s to purchase the table-top lighting studio I should have just bought in the first place.
Baking. Finally. I’ve made Florentines twice and they were delicious. And, eventually, I’ll share the photos, but see gripe about photography above. I also made cake pops for a birthday. If I could
eat take pictures of cake pops for the rest of my life, I’d be a happy girl.
I’m redesigning this here blog. Because I’m bored with the current look and I need something bright and fresh and fun. Summertime is coming, y’all, and it’s time to reflect that. I see bright blues and greens in our future. Please don’t be afraid. There’s plenty of chocolate and wine to get us through, I promise.
And speaking of summertime, there’s all this glorious sunshine we’ve been getting and who can stay inside when it’s so sunny and warm? When the sky is so big and so perfectly blue it’s almost painful to look at? It’s irresistible. Staying in doors is like saying thanks, but no thanks to a piece of chocolate.
You don’t say no to chocolate and you don’t stay inside when the day is that lovely.