It's back to work after a long holiday weekend, although I seemed to "work" all weekend. Actually I accomplised a lot. The weather was glorious - okay it was really hot and humid, but after the miserable winter we had, I promised not to complain when it got hot. So, let's see how that promise holds up.
I cut the grass, trimmed the edges, trimmed tree and shrubs, took the trimmer into the woods and tried to reclaim some ground. I power washed the deck and screened porch, weeded the circle in my neighborhood, watered my vacationing neighbors plants, and then stained the porch and deck.
Along with entertaining some friends, general cleaning and laundry, a chick flick with my girl friends, that was the weekend in summary. Busy, productive, exhausting and strangely exhilarating.
As I was painstakingly painting the floor of the screened porch, I realized something. I was painting over the white porch floor that has been the bane of my life for 12 years. I was turning it into a glorious rich maghony color. As I painted, it dawned on me I was painting over a color that I had not chosen, but had to live with and deal with. Do you know how hard it is to keep a white floor on a screened porch clean?
As the chocolately color rolled onto each board, I had to acknowledge I was doing more than painting the porch floor, I was reclaiming it as my own. And I was doing it! I was taking back the porch and in doing so taking back another part of my life.
At some point in the weekend, I saw an interview with the author of a new book, called "Run like a Girl". In the book she talks about how women have used sports to empower themselves. As I painted, cut, trimmed,and more this weekend, I realized that every one of these actions was empowering me.
As I lay in bed last night, I looked back on the weekend, and felt good. I had checked off a lot of "things" on the to-do list, and I had accomplished a lot.
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