Good Morning Sunshine

The latest incarnation of the paint room aka art studio, in which I have spent hours moving things around and minutes actually working on stuff.

The latest incarnation of the paint room aka art studio, in which I have spent hours moving things around and minutes actually working on stuff.

There isn’t a lot of sunshine yet today, but that’s okay.  We’re having gorgeous autumn weather into the last ten days of September.  Six work shifts to go.  I know countdowns are bad, and a form of wishing your life away while you wait for something to end or begin or happen but I’m doing it anyway.  Anticipation is half the fun, right?

On my second last working Wednesday, all alone between six and eight with no appointments and no customers and no real ambition, I decided to write down all the things I will miss about work when I’m finally done with it on the last day of this month.  I took a sheet of paper out of the printer, got one of my three erasable pens out of my pocket (there must always be three) and sat down to write a list.  Things I will miss.  Ten minutes crawled by.  Everything I thought of was something I actually wouldn’t miss at all.  In fact I knew I would be beside myself with relief and happiness to never have to deal with that shit again.  So then I divided the paper in two and on the second half started a list of things I will NOT miss.  I filled up that side and the entire back with such a pile of work related crap it put me in a totally pissy mood.  I should not be left alone on Wednesday nights.  I’ve always said that, but no one listens.

While this process was all very cathartic, I won’t be sharing my list of negativity from hell.  Going over it once was enough.  Indisputable proof that it’s time to walk away.

W is coming home today.  He’s been in Ontario at the island closing things up for the winter.  He’s bringing my water-color paint supplies home with him.  I can’t remember why I thought it was a good idea to leave them there, but now I’ll have fewer excuses for stifling my creative urges as I amass all my tools and gather ideas and look up art classes.  Plan projects, get organized, have another cup of coffee, read some blogs, play some candy crush, make a pot of soup…..

Is it a little sad that procrastination is my favourite thing in the world?   (Except for reading for hours and watching bizarre things on Netflix.  I never put those things off.)   If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, I’ve been headed in that direction forever.  I do entire blog posts in my head in the middle of the night on my brilliant blog where I discuss brilliant things.  Then dawn breaks and work looms and Netflix sends me a notice that some dumb thing I’ve been watching has new episodes.  So the brilliance is put on hold.  Or forgotten.

Well, it’s an interesting theory/excuse, hey?

No, I’m not really buying it either.  But my point is (YES!  I have a POINT!) work will no longer loom.  Huge chunks of stress will dissolve right before my eyes.  I will have to find something completely different to get all pissy about.  I will answer more prompts and accept more challenges.  Or at the very least, drum up the courage to share my artistic creative genius.  You people are all really nice and will humor me on that one, right?  Thank you, I knew I could count on you.

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Ten days.  Six shifts.  Gorgeous fall weather.  Paint supplies en route to home.  Oh yeah, and W too.

Life is good and about to get better.

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15 thoughts on “Good Morning Sunshine

  1. So, I’m standing at my stove cooking garlic, onions and mushrooms and wishing I had some red wine to add. Which made me think of you, a perfect stranger whose blog I started following about a month ago. I learned that you do love you some wine. So I’m thinking if that woman whose blog I really like and who likes the wine lived next door to me I could run over and borrow some from her. And then I remembered also that you are retiring September 30th. Me too. Since I can’t borrow the wine, I’ll say congratulations on our brilliant careers! Enjoy this new chapter in your book and have a glass of wine.

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    • Mmmmmm….garlic, onions and mushrooms….no need to run over, I’m on my way with the wine. 🙂 I love your user name, by the way. I had a log in once (for what I can’t remember) where I called myself hazie mazie. Great minds and all that. Cheers to you. xxoo

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  2. Don’t rush into anything. You should take at least a week, or a month, or, oh, I don’t know, maybe a whole year of procrastination first. Just to get used to stress-free living 🙂
    You’re going to have so much fun!
    Alison

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  3. It is now five years that I retired and I have yet to miss any of it. That still amazes me as well as reminds me of what a great choice it was. Good for you. Oh, that Netflix email thing? Me, too. Last night it was “Call the Midwife” rather than being brilliant in the brilliant blog that is in my head. Oh, if the writing in my head ever made the page…. Thanks for this one!
    Karen

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    • I’ve tried taking a pen and notebook to bed with me with the deluded notion that I could jot things down in the dark and thus remember them in the morning. I got ink on the bedspread. Although I don’t remember doing it. 🙂 ♥♥

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  4. This is SO exciting, I can hardly stand it. I miss NOTHING about work except maybe the dough? The income I have is not huge, but all my needs and many of my wants are covered. , I have no desire for more. The only thing I wish is that I could remember my brilliant post the next day.

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    • When W retired I had a panic attack about the missing money, but we really didn’t miss it all that much. I’m hoping the same thing happens now. Funny how things work out. There’s probably a brilliant post about this in there somewhere. lol

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