So, this weekend I decided to actually start. I just threw out the rest of my Cap’n Crunch in an effort to live healthier and not be completely humiliated at the beach this summer (don’t worry fellow Cap’n Crunch lovers…the box was almost empty [except for all that crunched up sugar at the bottom which really is the best part, especially if you eat it with a spoon…but let’s stay focused: BEACH. BEACH. BEACH.] ).
Then, I sat down and forced myself to work on these terrifying last 146 Poems of Love project tasks. Confession…I have become absolutely overwhelmed by these final stages of layouts and editing and writing and finalizing. It is for an amazing cause. And many amazing people are a part of it. I don’t want to create some so-so piece of crap. I want something we can all be proud to be a part of, and I want something that represents and advocates for a beautiful organization. It’s kind of a lot of pressure. HOWEVER…it’s another bucket list item. I began dreaming up this project years ago, and after receiving all those submissions last year it’s time to really make it happen. So today, I sent some emails. Made a few corrections and did some double-checks (which resulted in more emails), made some lists, and paired poems and pictures, un-paired, layered, un-layered, double-layered, re-paired, sighed a lot, and drank Dr. Pepper (I know, I know…THE BEACH.). Mostly just small stuff, but it’s the small stuff that adds up.
And finally, I wore heels, because why not spend a Saturday accomplishing just two of my life’s current greatest goals? Why not work toward THREE, and look smashing while doing it?? As a year-round, die-hard flip-flop girl, I have always had a terrible time finding and wearing footwear for fancy events. I don’t know how to walk in heels. I look like a bumbling idiot and often hurt myself (and/or others) in the process. They don’t feel especially good either. I’m always envious though of girls who can wear them and walk really, really fast without looking clumsy. Some of my preschool-teaching coworkers can even manage in them, and I find that both insane and awesome. Plus, they make my super short legs look fantastically almost-not-short. So today, even though I’m in sweats and mostly just sitting, typing at my desk and mourning the sweet Cap'n Crunch bottom-of-the-box bits, I have traded in my flip-flops and am taking that third step toward making my life totally and completely unregrettable and super good-looking.
Not a bad start to the weekend…