Farewell, March. See ya next year. Honestly, where did March go, people? It’s cliche but it’s true: time flies. One moment we’re easing into March and two seconds later April rent is due. 🙂 Still, all in all, March was a good, busy month for me, so I shouldn’t complain. You’ll note that I said shouldn’t, not that I wouldn’t. You always gotta read the fine print, my friends. HA!
Just wanted to drop a quick line to wish Happy Easter to those who celebrate the holiday. May the Easter Bunny leave you a nice basket full of yummy dark chocolate. 🙂 I’ve been working extra hard this week to cram five days of work into four, so I can enjoy a long 3-day weekend. My plan is to relax, read (got a pile of books that I can’t wait to get my mitts on), eat and snuggle with Max. After all, we all need a little down time, right? I thought so.
“I am not enough.” This is a belief/myth that has followed me around my entire life. It is my constant companion, whispering in my ear, “I am not enough. I’m not enough. I’m not enough. Be more. Do more. You’re a fraud. You’ll never be enough”. Because I’m … a woman, a person of color, not a size 0 … the list goes on. I know this is bullsh*t, but still … I believe: “I’m not enough”. And I’m really tired of it. It’s time to Rise Strong.
This weekend when I sat down to write today’s post, I had a bunch of great ideas floating around in my brain. They, of course, needed more fleshing out but would make good, solid posts when finished. However, I wasn’t in the mood to write them. Nope. I was feeling goofy and didn’t want to talk about money or mindfulness. I had pep in my step (like my cat, Max, does every day) and wanted to stay in that silly space for a little bit longer. I decided to embrace my goofiness (and write down my post ideas since I’m getting forgetful in my old age), and I’m here to spread happiness today!
I decided to stay with the Spring Cleaning theme this week and feature a DIY all-purpose cleaner. Now as I mentioned in Monday’s post, I don’t like to clean. At all. Many of my friends find it relaxing. Me, not so much. Don’t get me wrong: I enjoy having a clean house, but in my dreams — someone else cleans it for me. Every time I get it Martha Stewart ready, it manages to get destroyed within five minutes. I blame Max. He blames me. He is probably right.
The forecast shows sunny days with fresh-cut green grass and brightly-colored tulips in our near future as Winter winds down and Spring approaches. This is also the time of year where many people get the itch to give their home a good cleaning in preparation for Summer barbecues and activities. That bug has never bitten me. Ever. Don’t got me wrong — a clean home feels great but I hate cleaning. Some people find it very zen to clean; I find it to be an annoying, required task. In an attempt to put off cleaning (or procrastinate), I thought about how spring cleaning your life should become an annual ritual too.