There are not many weekends that leave me with a feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment.  My personal to-do list is as perpetually-growing as my professional one is; I almost never cross as many things off the list as I add in a given day.  The few times that I can recall feeling accomplished after a weekend were after large projects were completed.  The time I painted our entire bedroom with my mom, the time that I finished making all my Christmas presents, or the time I re-arranged all the furniture in the house by myself.  I also feel this way whenever I’ve actually achieved having my entire house clean at the same time.  It doesn’t seem like it’d be that hard–everything has a place, right?  But it is hard.  Usually, when the kitchen sink is shining, the office is suffering.  Or if our office is perfect, including neatly organized drawers and closets, our bedroom is a wreck.

Anyway, my point in all that is to tell you that I am feeling that level of accomplishment today.  Saturday I journeyed down to my friend MP’s house and we sewed until our fingers bled.  Quite literally.  I started a project I’d been putting off for about 5 weeks now, and BOOM.  I started and finished the project all in the same day.  Painlessly, even, considering MP’s company!  It was pretty fantastic.

Motivated by my super-charged Saturday, today I set out to accomplish more projects.  Projects that I could finish.  I started with painting a picture frame so that I could hang the artwork that Jenn gave me for Christmas!  Done!  And then, on the way to take my grey paint back to the laundry room, I walked through the hallway/landing (a weird 5X8 room in our house where all the rooms connect to each other.  It’s not really a hallway, cause it’s too big.  It’s not really a landing, cause we have no airplane traffic there.  It’s just a weird space.) which clung to the very last bit of the beige wall color in the house.  I looked at the walls.  I looked at the paint in my hand.  I looked at the paintbrush in the living room.  And then I painted the landing.

By myself!  Like a real grown-up!  And what’s even more impressive, then I FINISHED painting the landing!

I was so stoked on all this starting-and-finishing I started wandering around the house looking for projects that I’d abandoned over time.  Poster from SXSW 2009 that I still hadn’t hung? HUNG.  And it took me all of 25 seconds to hang it.  Why had I been putting that off for so long?

So, if you need me, I can be found just hanging out in my landing, trading glances between my poster, my framed art work, my freshly painted walls and my overly bloated sense of accomplishment.