The procrastinator in me was well and truly awoken this morning, as I sat to do some work, turned on the PC and fired up the e-mail…
Head on over and check it out for the low down. My post is semi-related although off on a tangent somewhat.
ps – nice to see Faith back at the keyboard
Without a doubt my most productive time of year (personally) is Spring, March-June.
It is also my favourite time of year.
Spring brings with it new life and optimism. I feel I can conquer the world. The sun tends to shine this time of year in the UK (Summer’s tend not to be so great anymore…)
When the sun shines it brings a sense of invigoration, and of energy.
There are grand plans afoot this year.
2 major projects (make that 3 in reality! oh yes sentimental hoard you are still sitting there taunting me!)
Grand Plan 1 – The Spring Sale
Inspired by The Minimalist Mom Rachel’s big move to The Manx, I have decided to step up my game with the decluttering and get ruthless.
I have been slowly reducing our stuff for over two-years and can see the fruits of my labour. I am now left with more saleable items rather than clutter/rubbish. I’m planning a Big Sell. I know Rachel is fantastic at this. I not so! I find e-baying, listing etc… rather overwhelming and time-consuming – those two characteristics tend to bring out the procrastinator in me.
Not this Spring – I’ll be keeping a tally to keep me motivated – watch this space. How much can I earn through selling redundant items. No doubt there will be many a story along the way. There normally is! Mr Bean has nothing on me! I’ll fill you all in one-day on how I got locked in my garage in Winter in nothing but a Little Miss Naughty dressing gown and running shoes and had to be rescued by a dog-walker.
Grand Plan 2 – Gardening Girl
Over the years I have attached the label ‘Not a Gardener’ to myself. I kill off most houseplants and leave it all to the Hubby outside. My pathetic and only partly true excuse for this is that my dear Mom is a gardener and a very good one. As a child she tried to engage me on many occasions, and I resisted. It was something I believed old people did. Well I’m getting old – I’m nearly 37 and guess what? This Spring I became interested in the garden, and have spent my first weekend outside weeding, pruning and generally looking around and considering what could be done.
I phoned my Mom and asked her what to do with the dying off daffodils casually throwing in ‘You won’t believe this – guess what I am doing?’.
She wasn’t surprised at all… I suppose she always had faith it was in the genes?
Have you any grand plans this Spring or is it Sun-lounge City? I’d love to hear how you get Crazy or Lazy…