A Virtuous Vacation
Maybe this isn’t really a blog post this month, perhaps it’s a cry for help. I’ve been on a streak of virtuous endeavors lately. A mission of accomplishment. It began in May.
Off work and happily under-employed, these last few months of glorious weather and zero scheduled hours ignited a fire within me. I desperately wanted ORDER in my life. CONTROL, too. The past year has been a rollercoaster of family medical dramas, an emotional black hole, and rafts of uncertainty.
So when I looked deep inside and asked myself what would make me truly happy, an image of folded socks came to mind. And I took action. And I didn’t stop.
Personal Greatest Hits List Summer of 2015:
Sold second car
Sold riding lawnmower
Freed up vast amount of space in garage
Donated carloads of stuff to charity
EMPTIED the office closet (I now own about two dozen books — total!!!)
I lost ten pounds
Recycled six boxes of papers
Turned bedroom closet into a shrine of orderliness, replete with folded socks and underwear
Yet all these good works have left me feeling a little unhinged by the experience. Perhaps too organized? All I know is that I’m ready to be BAD. Like Cheetos-Gin-and-Series-TV-Binge bad 🙂 I need a vacation from all this virtuousness. SOON… before my husband figures out I alphabetized his entire DVD collection.