Yesterday's list vs. yesterday's reality
Melody | Wednesday, 9 April, 2008 at 7:20 AM Now for what I actually did yesterday:
Sorted beads. Period. I own roughly forty two million beads and the ones that live in a rolling suitcase which have been designated for "my seniors" with which they make pretty jewelry about once a month? Atrocious. There are no words to describe the mess I've been letting them live with. So yesterdayI went through about 2/3 of them and they've coming together in a bit of order that will allow us to work happily this morning in class, and will also give me a much more accurate idea of what's even here when I decide to buy more - which needs to happen soon-ish.
Sure I responded to a handful of emails, took a couple of calls, left one voice mail message, and thought a lot about the next phase of my life. I did that too. But from the list I shared with you? Yea, pretty much I sorted beads.
Then I showered at around 5, a friend picked me up just after 6:30, we met up with a couple of other friends at around 7, then on to hear Molly McGinn's musical stylings. Which, I must tell you, was magnificent.
Guess I'll get back to the list another time...
Reader Comments (5)
Let's see, You did the following:
*organized your beads so that today's task was 100% easier for everyone.
*responded to emails which is always on the top of most important things to do
*spoke to people who matter in your life
*bathed, to make yourself feel better and others around you.
*spent time with friends while listening to beautiful music.
*started on the next phase of your life, ALWAY IMPORTANT!
*touched others with your blog PRICELESS!
Well put Tamara!
Sweetie, that's alot of beads to deal with.
Have a great and productive day.
Love,
Mom
You guys are great! You cut me even more slack than I do myself! Meanwhile, I never was any good at estimating the amount of time a project might take me!
xo
Melody, it's not the amount of time that matters, it's the final result. Everyone has their own drum, keep marching to yours any other way would not be right.
Tamara, thanks for the encouragement; apparently I don't have any choice but to keep marching this way...