That being said, I'm afraid to go into work today because last night I totally forgot to take all of the food out of the in-kitchen freezer after I unplugged it. Ooops. I only remembered this morning when I opened my own fridge, looking for yogurt. I hate it when I make mistakes. I like to be perfect or as close as I can get to it, especially at jobs. I want to feel as though I'm irreplaceable. And yes, we're still talking about the kitchen job. It's not my passion, but I like to do things well. I think papa George probably instilled that in me as a wee little one. Anything doing is worth doing well. And so unwiped microwave handles and pieces of cheese on the floor sometimes plague me at night. Hopefully I don't get yelled at tonight, but it's really out of my control. The chicken breast has been thawed. The fat lady has hit her last note.
But onto the good... What was my favourite thing about this week? Sitting cross-legged on the floor in my sunroom patio with the sun shining through the windows and making a storybook for two friends that are leaving for Australia. I had no idea what kind of parting gift I should give them until suddenly I was struck with the idea for making a story of their trip. Yusssss. Parts of it looked a little like a grade two white glue art project, but I'm okay with that. It was a touching story of two friends and their quest for happiness, taking them across the globe, only to realize that "everything they needed they already had". So with my foam letters and travel magazines spewed across the floor, I was content. And to be content is one of the hardest things to find and embrace, I think (complacency is different than contentment and also bad-don't confuse the two).
Here's the cover of the story book.
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