In a recent post I discussed how I find autumn to be a time of reflection. Over the last few days I’ve been asking myself “what was I thinking?” The past several weeks have been very busy and I’ve had no time to ponder life beyond the next item on my to-do list.
This has been a year of challenges starting with the Great Flood in February culminating in the new freelance writing gig with its steep learning curve and constant deadlines. In addition I’ve been helping a friend with her craft shows (Megan creates stunning jewelry pieces of silver and natural stones) as well as working a few of my own to bring in some extra dollars. I’m also teaching art classes, which I love, and helping my daughter with homework. Seventh grade math is killing me.
Our kitchen is still unpainted, the entryway closet is a shell with no storage capacity, and the dining room holds the boxes of all of the dishes and other things I can’t put away due to lack of said closet and a missing kitchen island. We are hosting Thanksgiving soon, with several of my family members staying with us so the clock is ticking, ticking, ticking. We are soon reaching the point where we will need to finish these projects or plan to have everyone eat dinner on TV trays.
Fortunately my family loves me and the most important thing is that we are all together rather than whether the trim is painted in the study or the dishes all match. We will have a wonderful time, talking, playing, laughing, and generally enjoying each others company.
Normally I am fairly calm and focused but now I am a juggler, struggling to keep all of the balls in the air. A few have gone splat, others have been dropped into the “completed” bin, but most are tossed from hand to hand, into the air and back, on their journey from the top of the to-do list, to the middle, then bottom, and back to the top again. I can’t complete a task without seeing ten more behind it and the weight gets heavy.
Just when I am ready to throw my hands in the air as a sign of surrender, my daughter comes home with a hysterical story of middle school life or my husband unexpectedly takes care of some of my chores and my burden is eased just a bit. Still, the projects line up and there is always something else that needs to be done.
Christmas is coming on the heels of Thanksgiving, and the house will be ready or it won’t. We might eat Thanksgiving dinner in the kitchen and maybe the Christmas tree will be set up smack in the middle of the study, yet it will all be good. Life is sometimes messy and disorganized but that doesn’t stop me from celebrating it.
This fall is not one of reflection but work and projects and chores, but that’s okay. I have family coming to visit, holidays to celebrate, and a husband and daughter I love. Who needs nostalgia when you have that?
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