I am a new person.
There is sun, and birds are chirping, and if you look hard enough, little green buds can be seen fighting through the mud and salt and sand for a chance at that sun.
Spring might just be on it’s way.
The clocks changed overnight into Sunday, and though it meant losing an hour of sleep, it meant gaining and hour of light and peace when I’m actually awake to enjoy it. And with that, I was reborn as the calmer, more focused, happier Kelly that everyone certainly likes more, myself included.
Winter isn’t guaranteed to be done, of course, as we technically have a few more iffy weeks ahead. But I don’t care; I’m done, and my outlook must be springy and positive and one of renewal from here ’til Halloween. Dr. Jekyll has arrived; Mr. Hyde is hibernating.
With this sunny outlook, I have a renewed sense of motivation to get stuff done. The problem is, I’m not entirely sure what said stuff is. Like, spring cleaning? No thanks. Spring shopping? Naw. Drinking outside in the sun on patios? Yes, I think that’s the winner! Sadly this little thing I call “work” gets in the way of that…
What can I do, though? A few things have been done, but I should set some new to-dos.
Pack away my black clothes.Wow, dudes: I did this. Even the black dress trousers. The black tights came out of the wash on Sunday, and into the “black box” they will go. My mom emailed me after my last blog post with her solution to this obnoxious problem: “You may recall my March habit: whatever I wear in March gets put away, washed, donated, or sent to the cleaners, not to be worn again until next winter. By the end of March I am ready to bring out spring clothes. Even though some years I have had to layer up a bit, it is spring clothes I am wearing on April 1. It gets me through the doldrums. Also I wear the colorful wools and cords–not brown, black or gray!” This is exactly what I needed! Hide my boots, highlight my shoes.All the boots are up on a shelf, lined up, like black leather soldiers, staring me down and challenging me to a battle. I’ll win, boots, just you see: I have a whole bunch of lovely flats and kitten heeled shoes that are vying for my attention, and they will be worn today (eg: today, it’s a pair of black and leopard two-piece d’orsay flats with a fun zipper detail). Fresh flowers, every day.I picked up flowers last week when I wrote this, and then again this Sunday on my quick trip to the grocery store. Beautiful bunches of tulips–visually, my favorite–for $4.99…so I bought three bunches. Two bunches of orange tulips on the dining room table, one bunch of white and pink striped tulips in the bedroom, and the other flowers on the coffee table (…miraculously uneaten by the dogs). Just generally pretend it’s Spring.Cous cous salad for dinner last night, a celeriac and apple salad tonight, massaged kale salads for lunch, and perhaps some shrimp and pineapple skewers later in the week…not a braise or stew in sight.
- Get back to outfit planning. The end of a season is easy, right? You’ve worn all these clothes a ton and you instinctively know what works together (or, alternatively/more likely, you don’t give a flying feck anymore), even if you’re running on one cup of coffee and you are about fifteen minutes behind schedule. You can make time up, because outfits are easy then. But the dawn of a new season? HARD. Like, what is this bright, light reddish color you call pink? What can I wear it with? Ooh, I forgot I had these! And then you end up running later, and unsatisfied and uncomfortable and likely in black instead of the springy outfit you had wanted to wear. …or something like that, she says, fifteen minutes later to work than she had hoped, wearing black and white and with wonky hair (but excellent makeup; that fifteen minutes came from somewhere), having tried on four other outfits and two other hair styles first. So, yes, outfit planning the night before. Sounds great.
- Mail the taxes. Frickin’ taxes, man. I was on a roll on Saturday–so productive!–and thought “might as well just get these done!” Ugh, worst hour and a half of 2015 so far. Just so blergh. But, they are done, and just need to be mailed.
- Again, move the phone from my bedside table. Somehow, it crept back to a spot within arm’s reach, and it means I spend at least thirty minutes clicking back and forth between social media, email, and other crap, mindlessly, when I actually don’t give a shit. So, must stop that. Relegating the phone back to a spot away from the bed.
- Drink more water. Simple as that.