There are two whiteboards in my living room.
One is full of notes for a project in development.
It rained like crazy today.
Lots of work being done, and lots of work to do.
Pondering artistic outlets today.
I’m thinking about my dish-doing as an indicator of the lack of resentment and passive-aggression, and I suppose I’m surprised to see how a change in outlook that seems small can have dramatic consequences — in a positive way — in my life.
This weekend Tyler and his buddies worked on a project for school. It was a blast going to Michael’s (local craft store) and watching them pick out styrofoam and fake trees.
It’s been a heckuva day, on a number of levels.
Every day is new, and this one was hard, and busy, and great.
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I think this relates somehow… my grandma used to say she LIKED doing dishes. And I was always incredulous. One day I asked her, “Grandma, how can you LIKE doing dishes?” and she looked me directly in the eye and said with a smile, “Jennifer, I realized a long time ago I was going to be doing dishes for the rest of my life, so I better learn to enjoy it.”
That was an epiphany for me. How you can just make up your mind about something like that, and what an affect it can have on your life. I sure do miss my grandma, ’cause she could still be teaching me great stuff like that.