Lane walks in with her back arched and her stomach sticking out, announcing that she has a big tummy like mommy. Every strong kick and small flutter reminds me that I need to get my projects done.
I look around and see so many works in progress. Every couple of days Doug talks about putting up some more shelves, but I know that finishing up some of these projects will clear the shelf space that we need.
Some will hopefully only take an hour to finish, if I find the time to start. I need to put up the curtains in my bedroom. Put in a light fixture. List a few things on Craigslist that we want to sell instead of donate.
Some projects hang around on my to-do list endlessly, like finally finishing Lane’s baby book and sorting through photos.
Some need constant maintenance, like the stack of papers that wants to grow into the pile it used to be.
And some projects are happily abandoned, like one I had for Lane’s room. This weekend I returned the fabric to the store (did you know Joann’s accepts returns on fabric?), and doing so felt almost as fun as thinking of the idea in the first place.
I know not everything will be done, and that’s really OK. But I also realize that more new projects are coming up, more new ideas and inspiration, and I want a clean slate and a feeling of closure. I used to stay up late to finish things, but these days I go to bed earlier than I ever have. It’s a nice feeling to let it go and decide to be done with the day, getting good rest and letting it be enough.
So I work a little here and there, trying to fit the projects between my daily tasks. Trying to remember to have some fun too when it’s so easy to say “I can’t, I’m too busy.”