Another Project Update

I have an inspection to prepare for, so, of course, everyone I know insists on having my full undivided attention.

Well, I had hoped to be further along than this, but I’m not.

My first stop this morning.

Its 6:10 in the morning, and this is where I’m at.

I’m having a hard time getting anything done because my associates seem to think my only activity should be whatever they want me to do at that given moment.

No one seems to understand that I won’t be here to give them what they want if I don’t get my house clean.

The only thing they seem to care about is what they want at this very moment. They don’t seem capable of thinking beyond this moment.

Or is it that they want me to be locked up. Could they want me to be put in a mental hospital? Or am I being paranoid?

Or do they think I’m lying and they’re calling my bluff?

Could it be that they just really don’t have a single feeling about it one way or the other? That in their mind I’m only here to serve them?

Do they believe they could find someone just as good if not better than me to take my place in their life?

Do I want people in my life that I question this way?

Why do I have people in my life the treat me this way?

Starting right now, I am helping no one until my apartment is done and I am able to help without juggling anything in my life. Those that leave will only make space in my life for me.

I think this will be the first step to healthy relationships.

These started out as beige heels, but, after two coats of paint, I’m nearly finished with them.

I just have to tidy up the paint job and put on a sealer of some kind and these babies will be done.

I broke the cap on the handle of my brush. All my hair ties fall out all over the place! I glued it back together and promptly lost it. Such is my life.
This miniature wooden shield has gone through more than a few changes.
A miniature wooden shield almost done.

Well, I think that catches you up.

Until next time…

By Jen Christopherson

Jenna (Jen) Christopherson is a person of dreams, realistic and extraordinary. Her favorite hobby is to read and her passion for writing is unparalleled. As a child, she read a library and then wrote a library.

"In the heart of what is good there is a storm of sinister proportion." As said by the very same.

Nothing is without balance.

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