I'm down to the last day before Tiny Canary. It's been a busy, crazy few weeks leading up to it, but finally, I've only a handful of things on my to-do list left to complete. Last week was so full of stress...all of which I put upon myself. It had been building for a couple of weeks, but last week was the pinacle of it all. I had two days of an upset stomach (yeah, that's where I hold all of my worries), plus another day in which I pinched something in my neck. All of that forced me to calm down, realizing that I can only do what I'm physically capable of doing. The problem is that my mind goes at such a fast pace, and when the rest of my body can't keep up with everything I think I should be doing, I freak.
So what do I do when I'm so stressed that I freak? I clean house. I stopped working on artwork this past weekend, opting to start a very thorough cleaning of the house. It's a fantastic outlet for that pent up energy. I've finished a couple of rooms, with the rest waiting for after this weekend. And I didn't just clean the rooms; I also finished some of those unfinished projects, like hanging this sunprint in the dining room. It's been sitting on top of the sideboard for so long, but it looks so much better hanging on the wall. I know it doesn't seem like much, but it made me feel so much better.
The worst thing about being so busy this week was that yesterday was my birthday, and I wasn't up to making a big deal of it. Usually, I'm wearing my birthday tiara all day, planning all sorts of celebrations. This week, it didn't happen. Yesterday, I had dinner with my parents and my sister, and this weekend, I'm meeting up with friends for dinner. It's just not up to my usual birthday enthusiasm. A lot of people don't understand why I get so excited about my birthday, especially as I'm well past age 30. But as I look at it, every year that I complete in this lifetime should be celebrated. Some years you finish a bit more scathed than others, but I have to say that no matter what life or the universe has thrown at me, I've managed to get through it all. And that's something about which to be happy. (Plus, I love being a November baby...pumpkins, crunchy leaves, cute sweaters and boots, spicy cooking fragrances.....I love this month so very much!)
The title of this post refers to tonight's episode of "ER"....a patient came in who had a cheese rolling injury. My love of Double Gloucester cheese is so great that this just made me smile. I hope to be a spectator to a cheese rolling one of these days. Dorky, I know, but I just love cheese.