End of the Weekend

I’ve hit a period when I’ve got lots of projects in process and I’m excited about working on all of them. This is much nicer than having lots of projects that I’m dreading. However at the end of a long day, which is also the end of a weekend when I did not accomplish as much as I might have wished, discouragement can show up.

Then I have to sit down and count the things I did. Postcards are ready to go. The calendar test print is ready for approval. I’m well into cropping the recolored images for Body Politic. I’ve reached March in the 2011 family photo book. I spent hours visiting with a friend and walked away both feeling refreshed and feeling like I’d actually been helpful. Twelve black garbage bags full of raked leaves. Updated chore charts for the kids and a plan for incentives which will hopefully encourage cleanliness through the upcoming holiday season. A batch of cookies. Meetings attended. I have to count these things done, because my brain is all too ready to remind me of the things I intended but did not get to.

Time to go to sleep and try again tomorrow.

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