At this very moment, I am attempting to upload photos to a gallery that I created here on infovirtuoso.com. I don’t know if it’s because my images are too big or if it’s because my connection is too slow, but it’s taking F-O-R-E-V-E-R.
I’ve been thinking about the title of my blog and realizing how many ways it can be interpreted. When I was at BlogHer, I think a few women appreciated the title because they thought it meant that I would vocal about things that maybe women historically “shouldn’t” be vocal about. I’m sorry to disappoint them.
It’s more about how I am largely like a puppy when it comes to certain things in life. Ooh! Look at this! This is FUN! WAIT! Look at THAT! Even BETTER!!
I would think I have ADD, except I don’t. It’s really more of a perfectionistic thing. If I don’t have the time or the energy to do something RIGHT, then I just… don’t.
It’s an inheirited trait. On one hand, it’s a good thing. You won’t find many half-assed repairs in my house, because that isn’t the way things are done in this family. We do it right. Trouble is, sometimes it takes a while to find the time and the money to do it right. That is why my bedroom is currently white with big huge splotches of pink. Until I can find the time to finish scraping the walls of all traces of calcimine in there, I refuse to repaint.
Sometimes, as in the case of my bedroom, it’s the smart decision. Why put another coat of paint on the walls that will only have to be removed later?
Sometimes, however, it just leads to chaos. I discover that I can’t finish a particular project, such as stripped out doorknobs, without another two and a lot more time figuring out how to do it without screwing it up. Every door in this house needs the doorknob replaced, so I have placed that particular project at the top of the list for completion this summer. But just so you realize… the closet door here in my office hasn’t had a door knob since 2005.
Yes. You read that correctly. And yes, I am aware of what year this is. Hence the reason I have told myself (and The Boyfriend, strictly for backup) that no other projects will begin this summer until every door is finished.
And even that has to be worked in around the garden. Because I jumped into gardening this year. Wait, that’s not fair. WE jumped into gardening this year. As in The Boyfriend and me. JM helped with some of the prep work, but his involvement pretty much ended there, at least until it comes time to eat what we grew. And it remains to be seen if anything edible really appears.
Because truly, we have no idea what we’re doing. We stuck seeds in dirt and they started to grow. So, every day, we read a little more and learn a little more, and realize our mistakes. It might be a success. It might not be. Perhaps the best thing about it is that it is as far from perfect as it can be, and yet–for now–it’s working.
That’s a great lesson for someone like me.