It was officially the first beautiful weekend that the weather here hasn’t sucked icepops since December. But where was I all day?
Not out running around the lake, or taking a leisurely stroll with my pal, no, not I. I was on a step stool scrubbing cupboards and sorting through lentils, nuts, and I kid you not, 29 kinds of tea.
Having 29 kinds of tea is overwhelming. It’s also a good indicator of how much I really needed to be taking stock of, and cleaning up my cupboards.
I was supposed to be enjoying the day today, writing, reveling in the great outdoors and reading the paper in the sunlight. But I’ve been feeling stuck.
Stuck as in; I need to tidy up the energy in my place. Stuck as in; every door I knock on gets opened a crack, and then slammed in my face. Stuck as in; something’s gotta give.
So, as luck would have it, on the first great, sunny weekend of spring, I trudged out to the Toronto Blue Jays’ Home Opener with a sore throat and fever, and carried that theme into work at 9am Saturday, and home to the couch for the remainder of the day.
After a 3 hour nap, 2 hour movie (slugging back some green veggie juice) and 12 hour sleep, I felt somewhat better when I woke up this morning.
When I was in university, I cleaned before I sat down to write a paper, or study. I nest when I’m stressed.
I also nest when I’m getting ready to fly the coop. It’s been a few months of stop and go, should I or shouldn’t I, and, like the sign says, feeling like my best just wasn’t good enough.
After a winter of feeling rejected by the universe and being hopelessly city-bound, I made plans to spend some weekends out-of-town.
There’s nothing better than packing a bag and hitting the road with some great music playing and your worries fading in the rear-view mirror. A weekend away with friends can feel like a week-long holiday.
Reality often hits the moment I come home and open the door on Sunday evening. I have lunches to pack, laundry to do, and (le sigh) an alarm to set for Monday morning. Coming home to a clean house is the only thing that can make that ok.
So, staying in and cleaning my kitchen cupboards today was a small sacrifice to make for a season of being out and about. Next weekend I have a date with the dark kingdom of why-on-earth-do-I-need-this, in my walk in closet, and the black hole of kitchen gunk behind the fridge and stove).
It’s time for me to shake off the winter blahs, to hit the road, soak in the sunshine, have some fun, and remember what living is really about; The sun, the fresh air, good friends, and laughing. My goodness, how I’ve missed the laughing.