It has been a crazy week. On paper, it sounds idyllic – I spent the week at home, working on my holiday card line + some other assorted projects, and each evening David and I had some sort of commitment – but in reality it felt like I was constantly late, flying from one thing to another, with barely enough time to sleep, much less come up for air. I always vaguely wonder why I do this to myself when it’s happening, but the relief of getting it all done is so strong that I don’t remember the next time I begin to overbook myself.
It is my best friend’s birthday today, and we are having a party for her tonight. I am really excited – and delighted that I have the opportunity and ability to do this for her – but as of last night, (and this morning) I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to get it all done. It seriously looks like a bomb went off in my apartment right now. A screen printing bomb. I have papers taped to the walls (don’t worry Mom, it’s masking tape!) there is just stuff EVERYWHERE, and uh, the Halloween pumpkin lights are still outside. Last night we were going to another friend’s house for dinner, and I just had to sit on the floor, amidst the mess, and take a very deep breath.
But last night was really, really fun, and it made me realize something. These are experiences I want to have. I am lucky that I have so many things competing for my attention. I love what I’ve been doing this week so much that hours just fly by in what seems like an instant. I don’t want to leave it at night, and it’s usually the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning. I’m lucky that I have great friends who think of fun things to do together, and all I have to do is show up. And I’m definitely lucky that I have a friend like Liz, who deserves to have a party thrown in her honor every day.
It’s hard to keep things in perspective sometimes, but when I take a moment to think about it, I wouldn’t have it any other way.