I love ice cream sandwiches. They're not included in any diet I've even considered, except on the free day of the 4-Hour Body, which is actually the one I'm supposed to be following except that today isn't my free day and guess why I felt moved to talk about ice cream sandwiches in the first place.
This weekend is Art in the Square at Southlake Town Square. It's a fine event, but getting to the library this morning for the Book Connection was just a little slice of hell. If I had realized, I would have canceled. And while we're talking about it, can someone tell me why they scheduled AITS on the same weekend as the Main Street Arts Festival? Was there reasoning behind that or was it just bad timing?
Our CPA called twice today, with not-great and great news. Not great: our return won't be ready to sign until Monday. You know, the very last day it can be filed. Rich and I will just plan on making a trip over there first thing to take care of it. The great news: our return still has to go through review, but preliminarily, tentatively, as of this point it looks like we're getting a substantial refund. Whew! This was our first year of nothing but self-employment income and, therefore, our first year of estimated tax payments. I was only hoping that we wouldn't have to pay more than we actually have. So…whew!
It's Friday! (And I can't stop hearing Rebecca Black in my head.)
I've got a light day of work. Shall I spend the rest of the afternoon…
Working on the guest room closet?
Working on a plan and goals for the new direction I want to take my business?
Reading some of the ton-and-a-half of stuff I have stacked up to go through?
Sewing? (That counts as part of the above closet, since it gets rid of fabric.)
Working on financial stuff (Quickbooks, balancing statements, etc.)?
Whatever else goes on, there's going to be laundry in the background. Or tomorrow will be Commando.
And, finally, a quote from the fabulous Crazy Aunt Purl, who always entertains and often inspires me. She's talking about reducing her volume of stuff, a subject always pertinent to my situation (and even more so as I'm facing that guest bedroom closet):
"This is how I am going to do it, not with grand, impulsive decisions made from fear but with decisions made from accurate, honest thinking. Will I need two saws? Two fondue pots? If I need one in an emergency, because Lord knows there are probably both fondue and sawing emergencies in my future, would I be able to procure a replacement in a ten-hour window? If the answer is yes, I will let go of the less enjoyed item. The answer today is yes. DONE.
"Let's be clear I'm not paring down because I feel bereft. I am paring down voluntarily because I don't think I can endure another moment of heavy living.
"Holding on and hoarding is my fear-life. Letting go is my hope-life. I am using this time to put the Universe on notice. I am letting go of all the crap and I am opening up to the goodness ahead. Universe, are you listening?"She also adds:
"Wow, I got a streak of self help in me a mile wide. I'm like a platitude on CRACK."I'm right there with ya, sister.
I hope your weekend is the best!
