My family was in town visiting me over Memorial Day, which is why you didn’t see much of me during that time. My parents are not the type to share when they are on vacation, so out of respect for them, I kept it on the DL here and didn’t share pics in my social media accounts either. 🙂 Now that everyone is safely back home, I’ll be sharing pics from the trip and some restaurant reviews on Thursday. But before I jump into June, I wanted to recap May because there were some good stuff I wanted to share with you.
I’m celebrating a little early and starting my holiday today. This is the one of those pro’s of being your own boss and I’m taking full advantage of it this week. 🙂 In some ways, Memorial Day always feels a bit odd to me since I don’t deal with loss very well. It’s not my nature to always want to remember. But I know the holiday isn’t just about loss; it’s celebrating the lives of those we have lost. And like everyone else, I’ve lost loved ones too.
Sometimes I get caught up in all the things that annoy me, like Trump, Mondays, cleaning and stupid, intolerant people. They make my eyes twitch and feel the need to get on a soapbox and rant. Some days that is exactly what I do and need to do. But not today. Today, I want to focus on the things I love because that makes me feel good and I want more good in my life.
I don’t like cleaning. At all. Some day, when I can afford it, I will hire someone to clean for me. And I won’t be the person who cleans in advance because I’m embarrassed by how messy my house is. Nope. I will apologize profusely and give them a huge tip. 🙂 Now some people find cleaning to be very zen and relaxing. Not me. I spend hours making my place sparkle to turn around seconds later to find it a disaster. Did I mention I live alone? Well, I live with my cat, Max, but to be completely fair, he’s less of a slob than I am. Even though I may not enjoy cleaning, I do enjoy a clean home, especially a nice-smelling home.
I sit quietly at the table, feeling small and insignificant. My head is bowed and my heart heavy. My Mom sits to my left. Her arms crossed and lips pursed into a thin, tight line. My father sits to my right. He is talking, low and fast. So many words spill from his mouth but all I hear is “We are disappointed in you.”
Fact: The Library and Netflix are not the same thing. This is what I need to tell myself every time I get the urge to go crazy and put a ton of books on hold. Books don’t disappear or get put back into the vault; they will be there. If you haven’t guessed already, I did it again (cue, Britney). Giddiness over took me and I reserved too many books that became available at the same time. #BookNerdProblems! Plus, one book I loved needed some processing time, which led to me rereading it again … just to make sure it was really that good. It was.