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Smile, Breathe, Go Slowly


I thought this week would be mellow in the work department but there's actually a LOT to do and I'm being asked if I can do this or that... Initial reaction "aaaghh, how am I supposed to do all this and get two paintings done for my virtual show?" Then I remembered this quote and everything seems a little better. 
Initial reaction is always a little stressed and I have to sit with it. I stopped responding to questions immediately and take some time to turn them over, to ask all the right questions and not short change myself. I will not overburden myself. I'm also super thankful for the work because in a time like now so many people need work and I'm a "lucky" one. 
I pushed through and did my workout yesterday! Super proud of that! Because my coworker brought pizza and cupcakes and I committed both sins 😳😂 Dammit, I am not a saint. But resolved today... Going to get my walk in this morning and keep my eye on salads today.



Pretty much my life at work. If Im not living
in a little Covid masks I am living in my big dog respirator painting, painting, painting. Sanding, staining, fixing, leafing, cleaning, priming, color matching... You get the idea. It had dawned on me that this job of "fixing" things and making them right has bled into my real life and I find myself fixing things at home. It's kind of funny and I appreciate picking up the good habit. 
Anyway, current life: BUSY. Trying to keep the job balanced with personal projects, keep the health and workouts priority and not wear myself thin. It's a lot but I'm grateful to be here to juggle it 
Smile, Breathe, Go Slowly ❤️

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