It seems vaguely familiar…
Like maybe I used to spend a lot of time here. In the actual daylight. Doing things like making sawdust. That seems like a long time ago.
It seems like a long time ago because I spent eighty-four hours between Sunday and Friday at the Zombie War Command Center (and by the “Zombie War Command Center”, I mean “an office at my day job where I’ve been holed up with an incredible group of people trying to crank out three weeks worth of work in four days”. But it was way more fun to pretend we were fighting Zombies. Or maybe we were the zombies, come to think of it. None of us slept much this week.)
Now, working for that many hours in a week is actually pretty normal for me. You don’t keep up a full-time job, a small farm, an in-progress house, and a blog without working most of the hours that you’re awake, but I can tell you for sure that that is the most intensely focused on one thing that I have been in a long, long time.
Here are some things I learned about myself this week:
I find it perfectly acceptable to leave my empty garbage can on it’s side in the middle of the driveway for six days. However, I draw the line at leaving it out there on actual garbage day (again).
I do not own enough pairs of socks to make it through 6 days without doing laundry. This is a serious oversight on my part.
I have no concept of how fast I’m driving when trying to get home on the one day I have a chance of being in bed before midnight…
If you buy a bunch of vegetables and then unexpectedly don’t open your fridge for a week… bad things happen in there.
The number of things I that will make me laugh to the point of tears is inversely proportional to the number of hours of sleep I get multiplied by how much sugar I’ve eaten, minus the number of pushups I’ve done.
(This is how you keep yourself sane when you’re in the office at 2AM on a Wednesday.)
I always thought I did a poor job with the whole work/life/house/laundry/blog balancing act, but this week, when I actually let all of those balls but one come crashing to the ground, I realized on a normal week I actually do a much better job at it than I think. It was a great experience to spend time doing nearly-impossible things with a group of awesome people, even if not one of those things included hitting something with a hammer. But here’s to starting a new week that includes better balance and a little bit of everything I love. And way more sawdust, of course.