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Finally off work and have 5 days to be selfish! If you consider painting, organizing the fridge and entryway selfish. 😂
I'm actually excited to tackle these TO DOs on my list because I'm getting addicted to crossing them off when they're accomplished
I'm one of those weirdo types who can't start painting in my studio unless the dishes have been done and there's not a mess waiting to be tackled. So mindful cleaning and slowly putting my house in order has been good for me and my creativity. So far the washroom ( in my photo up there) has been done-and turned into my inspiring greenhouse. The kitchen got sorted (still need to do pantry and fridge), my dining room got a little refresh since that's where I like to practice my stretches and meditation with cats. The living room got refreshed and my studio is also basically clean (but could use a proper shelving system). And the bathroom was my latest victory and makes me happy to see it. Hell, if I have to spend half the day washing my hands because of viruses it better be in a nice clean bathroom 😂
Bedroom and closet are last on my list and not for this holiday weekend. It's time to paint and I cannot wait!
Also hoping the ground gets dry enough to play some disc golf but not complaining about the rain. It's a welcome friend in the midst of this dirty air, humid heat summer thing that's going on.
Not doing anything for the 4th but would like a safe visit with my mom. Haven't seen her much through this whole pandemic jazz.
I really needed this time to reset my space from the last few terrible months of illness, virus, death memories and put some positive, healthy, good spirit vibes and living plants in my space.  Now to put some life renewing art vibrations into my house again.
Have a happy 4th of July weekend and celebrate safely 🌞❤️

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