My reflections of life fresh from the clothesline.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
It's the last day of school for me. Hooray! (Humming the theme song from Mary Tyler Moore) "She's gonna make it afterall". Last night's Christmas concert (with my 28 preschool kiddos) went terrifically. The children sang their hearts out and their faces were filled with pride. It was an awesome site to behold.
This year I was a rebel and didn't wear the traditional gawdy sweaters like the other teachers. I chose to wear a simple black dress with Chanel rings on it and a sparkly silver high heels. They'll be a price to pay (lol) but what can I say? I'm a non-conformist and those sweaters ... well, they are just not me. Besides, what's wrong with getting dressed up for Christmas?
So I have two announcements that I have been procrastinating on making. If you know me personally or have read my previous post, you know I'm a procrastinator. To me:
Procrastination = perfectionism + commitment It's literally taken decades for me to figure out this personality flaw. But at least recognizing it is the first step right? Basically, I am a perfectionist. And once I commit to something, it has to be perfect. If it's not perfect, I get irritated and/or frustrated and drop the whole project together. I know, I know... it's an*l but it's just how I am. So anytime I need to make a commitment to somebody or myself, I procrastinate until I'm 100% sure I can be perfect at whatever I am committing myself too LOL I know. I need therapy. Especially since there is probably nothing that I am perfect at doing ROFL.
I digress. Did you just notice I have now successfully procrastinated writing my two announcements for a whole paragraph? Yes, I know I should be commited.
What was I saying???
Oh yeh. Announcements.
First announcement. Giveaways. Yep, we all love 'em. Last week, I actually took my first stab at jewelry making. Actually pendant making... heh, which I then added to a double-tiered choker necklace. Anyway, I made a series of them and I thought they came out pretty good. So good, in fact, that I gave one to my Secret Santa. Well, the perfectionist inside of me silently screamed because the backing wasn't "perfect" when my Secret Santa opened her gift but she loved it. Actually, all of my staff loved in and people now want me to pay me to make necklaces for them. Soooooooo, in the spirit of Christmas, I thought I'd reserve one of these handmade 95% perfect pendants for my first giveaway. The rules for winning one of these pendants will be written on another post. Stay tuned.
Second announcement (deep breath...inhale). Oh darn it..have I told you lately how much I hate making commitments. I think... okay... I am... maybe... no really I am... going to finally make a Locks of Love contribution this Christmas. A preschool parent of mine owns a salon and has graciously offered her salon services to me. So yep, I'm gonna do it. Now for those of you who really don't know me, I realize you are probably laughing at me or rolling your eyes. But for those of you who do know me, know this is a pretty big deal. I have over 12 inches of long hair and the shortest I have ever gone is shoulder length.
So my family has convinced me to get this hairstyle:
While I like this hairstyle, I would like some hybrid type of hair style.
1 part Eva Longoria... 1 part Victoria Beckham... and 1-part Katie Holmes
Okay now I feel queasy. I've said it. Short hair, here I come. Now will somebody please come and hold my hand????
Is it me? Or am I the one of the lonely who still feel comfort in hanging my clothes on a real clothesline? For me, it gives me time to take things down a notch. To feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and hear the birds sing. To see flowers growing in my backyard in different stages of their lifecycles. And more importantly, time to reflect. Listen to my inner thoughts that the busyness of life drowns out during the day. A time to reconnect with my thoughts and to visit memories of my childhood and to somehow feel connected to generations of the women of my family. My clothesline ... a simple but complex blessing of my life.