I joke frequently about the caveats of adulting that newly-minted adults (and teens) don’t necessarily understand. Generally speaking, adulting is highly overrated. Today’s reflection:
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an adult in possession of all necessary cleaning supplies will only tidy up when guests are coming over.
I kept gravitating back to sit on the couch the other night, in front of our (clean! not covered in stuff!) coffee table, looking at a fairly clean house. Probably because my art desk is completely covered in stuff, and I felt calm and peaceful sitting there looking at not a mess? (Concept.) I don’t have a separate studio space—I’m occupying a portion of the living room. I have some storage but it’s not very organized. (Story of my life.) Anyway, eventually I got up and started cleaning my “studio”, though it will definitely take more organization sessions to get it where I want it.
The past several days, I took some time intentionally and gave myself some space to decompress from a seven-month-long stressful situation that ended rather unexpectedly. (As has been par for the course with my life the past several years, things seem to be forever fixed and terrible, then suddenly improve dramatically, usually in a day or two.) 2023 was not kind in a lot of ways—and physiologically I’ve paid the price—but this year so far has been hindered by a cloud of uncertainty that is now lifting.
The weather is improving in southern Oregon and I’m also intentionally spending time outside and soaking up the vitamin D. There’s a whole garden to prep, a greenhouse to build, and a front yard to revamp this year! Even if it’s just in 15 minute bites, there’s plenty to achieve while I work on sun-burning off the funk of winter.
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