Kimber J.

My intent was to write. I came home from helping my brother move houses today with about an hour to kill before it's time for me to head back out. Tonight is my friend's birthday and the girls are headed out for an outstanding night of pasta, laughs, and maybe a movie. My house is clean, the laundry is folded and neatly tucked away. O, wait, there might be another load in the drier that just finished. Nah, I'll get it later. So here I am, dressed and ready, with a few extra minutes to myself. Now, what do I write about? I could write about what a fun day I had with Casey and Kristine. They have this special mix of magic that challenges you and comforts you all in the same minute; it's rejuvenating.  I could write about the fun evening I'm looking forward to, which reminds me...I can't forget my movie coupons.  I could write about the crafting project I'm finishing for my cousin, but there's a very tiny chance she has heard about this blog and I'd...

Maintenance could possibly be one of the most boring tasks I face.  I like drastic, bold, captivating; mundane routines wear me down. I want to walk into my bathroom and it be sparkling clean all the time. My dishwasher should always be freshly emptied. Laundry should be freshly folded and tucked away nicely inside my perfectly organized drawers or crisply ironed and hanging in my fancy walk-in closet. The bookshelves in my house should never hold dust, and I should have no need for a broom and a mop. Another routine I find daunting is cooking. I don't mean cooking dinner because I found a new recipe to try, or cooking in the sense of preparing a treat for a family holiday gathering. What I mean by cooking is when I grill what seems like 4 tons of chicken or stewing 97 bushels of sweet potatoes on Sunday so I have meals prepared for the week. Like Casey tells me, "Momentum will take over, and it gets easier when you start seeing major results." Now I'm wondering...