The coffee tastes strong today. It isn’t. It’s the same coffee I always buy and a light roast. I must be getting a cold or allergies or something. As the summer wound down last week, it felt like everything was a bit off. Work was busy and stressful. 1/3 of my team has quit over the summer and now as we enter this new year, things feel more uncertain and strange.
Our state is opening up more and more. Football was approved with a short schedule. People are gathering a little bit more and more, going to schools and universities. The Covid numbers keep rising. I have my concerns about it all and find it uncomfortable to be in groups of people. People are weary of it all and so am I. I don’t see how gatherings and crowds can fit into daily life yet I am ready to be out of the house. I am still wrapping my mind around it all.
I have been slowly plodding away on projects. I am not making any speed records on them in my 15 to 30 minute segments of working on them. I have needed more break times , down times and rest. I don’t feel bad about it but the work keeps piling up. So are chores and quilts and clutter.
September is here. It is cold this morning and only 46 degrees. The changing of the seasons brings getting back into my routines. It ushers in the domestic work and less yard stuff. Getting things done and kicking out projects. The lazy days of summer are over, the vacation brain and more unstructured time is over. It is the back to school mentality of a new year dawning and I need to kick some ass to get my goals met . I spend Labor Day Weekend pondering the goals of the new year. Making goals and plotting out where I am going to spend my time on projects. Mapping out strategies and growth plans, more resolutions to exercise and lose weight, clean and declutter, become more minimalist and less maximalist, more zen and less stressed …..
This year I say …..stop right there. Lets just get through the pandemic and focus on one thing at a time. One quilt job at a time, one project to do for relaxation, one chore and work one baby step at a time. Things are more in crisis mode now with staffing shortages than ever I need to pace myself and not worry about the rest. So a different approach to my standard New Year’s Labor Day weekend. Just do things one at a time.
One stitch, one block, one row at a time.