With the wonderful passing of Chapeau Weekend (“Easter” to the uninitiated) this past weekend, Spring is officially here. In my mind, actual real legit Spring starts on/after Easter. And boy, is the weather cooperating. Well, mostly.
Easter itself was sunny and warm (albeit a bit windy), perfect for chapeau wearing and outdoor day drinking. Yesterday–Monday–was 75F and sunny and glorious, and I walked both to and from work. Today is low to mid 70s, but humid and threatening rain/thunder all day, so the bus had to do. But walking to/from work took the same amount of time as waiting for the bus, riding the bus, and then walking home from the bus, so as long as the weather holds out (and by “holds out” I mean “isn’t an intolerable swampy DC mess”) I’ll aim to walk to work and back a few times a week.
My power meal prep of two weekends ago was super helpful last week–we ate nutritious easy lunches and dinners every day!–but it didn’t hold up this week, because we spent the weekend reveling. So, a little prep tonight is in order, as is trying to use up some of the more random things in my fridge.
So, the list!
- Make a scooter plan. The roads are looking significantly better, so perhaps I’ll brave a quick parking lot lesson this weekend. Baby
- Stop focusing on what to get rid of, focus on what to enjoy. This is hard, but I’m progressing. I’m trying to look at it this way (specifically with re: my closet): the crap that I’m ambivalent or meh about is blocking my way–literally–to the clothes I like. Or, the meh stuff is giving me too many choices when I simply don’t want or need them. I don’t need three meh green dresses, I need one great one. So, the process of culling the closet goes along. It’s helped me to see the true holes in my closet and fill those, and only those, with purpose.
- Get a pedicure. This weekend, seriously. I’ve been avoiding slingbacks this week, and I can’t do that much longer.
- Weekly meal prep. Prepping the steps for a great meal has been helpful: roasting some chicken thighs and lean pork, cooking a big batch of a whole grain, having chopped and portioned veggies and cheese on hand, hard boiling eggs at the beginning of the week. I can prep some good lunch parts tonight for the rest of the week, but this should really be a Sunday morning task.
- Round up donations and drop off at Opp Shop. I have a huge pile of clothes–mine and Steve’s–that needs to go, but unfortunately we’ve accumulated a larger pile on top of that of stuff that simply needs to get put away. So, I need to do that. And I need to pull out summer-ish stuff, finally. I think the fleece-lined leggings have seen their last wear this year…!
This, I realize, is all “To Do” items and no “Done!” items. Which is motivating and a bit daunting, for real. But none of these items is world-stoppingly-important, so that’s nice. But I still should do them!
Off to do!
Not up to a full blog post today–maybe tomorrow?–but a reminder of what I was supposed to get done…:
- Make a scooter plan. The first step in any solid scooter plan is telling people about said scooter plan (it’s very unlike fight club). I’ve told like 4 people I love about this plan, and they support it. Why haven’t I begun to plan the plan? Well, the roads are still shit, so I’m not going to start before they are ready.
- Stop focusing on what to get rid of, focus on what to enjoy. I read the zeitgeisty The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo on Sunday (in 2.5 hours, over 2 cups of coffee) and while I feel pretty good about our clutter/”stuff control” situation, I learned that I should focus on what to keep and what brings me joy rather than what I can purge. Focusing on what to keep and cherish–in stuff and in life–keeps you moving forward, rather than looking back and what you don’t have or don’t want. Very interesting.
- Get a pedicure. My feet have also been in hibernation. And they are some ugly ass bears.
I’ll check in later this week and do a full post, promise!
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.
I’m not sure this is enough of a list or that it will satisfy my motivation to do something, but it’s a start, right? I need something to do.