People Gotta Lot of Nerve

by Necko Case; Middle Cyclone
Its Monday once again, and it seems like the weekend blew by. I did get a lot done, but it seems like I had 72 hours of non-stop action. Which I did. But its all good. I worked in my garden, which to me is a form of bliss and serenity-even when I am out there cursing the insidious weeds that seem to overtake everything. I got it weeded (for the most part) and planted 40 gladiolus bulbs. They are one of my favorite flowers, and look so beautiful when they begin to bloom. Tonight I am going to plant my zinnia, delphinium and assorted flower mix. I have lettuce, cucumber, cantelope, watermelon, basil, swiss chard and peppers. After all my seeds are done, it will be time to add tomatoes to the mix. I haven't had much luck with them this past two years. Last year, it never really got hot (so much for global warming) and the year before, I grew them in a pot, and it didn't really work out too well. I also want to plant some eggplant and Italian peppers (pepperocini).
The little man and his friends were playing in the yard and the house all weekend. Its official, we are the neighborhood hang out. I have to start baking again. I've been a little resisitant to it for a few years. I've actually been resistant to a lot of things for the last few years. But all that's changing. I feel like me again, which is a rather big deal, because I've felt off for a very long time. I blame it all on hormones. I went to the doctor last week, started taking that progesterone and bam! I feel like the energizer bunny again, not all draggy and miserable. Its like I have energy again, and I can get things done-no fuzzy thinking here.
I have been working on an easy way to find balance in my life, and today is the start of a new (old) plan. I used to clean different parts of the house on different days. Mondays is the foyer and living room. Its a more detailed cleaning-mopping floors, washing windows,vacuuming dog hair off the sofa, polishing furniture-which usually takes no more than 30 minutes or so, and it really makes a difference. I like having a clean house, but I don't have tons of time and I have to break it up like this in order to keep it humming and keep my sanity.
I like routine, I admit it. Living by the seat of my pants may have worked in my 20's (it really didn't back then, but it seemed like it at the time). I like having the predictability of knowing today is Monday, I have to clean the living room and foyer and its a meatless dinner. I work out with weights today, as well as run. I have cards to mail, and scrapping to do. I have to total the silent auction bid sheets tonight and submit my report to the group. I also have to help the little man with homework, read to him, pack lunches, and do all the mommy things that I do so well. Maybe I can get some me time in there as well...that would be playing in dirt tonight after work, since its going to be rainy all week. I want to get my seeds in so they can start growing.
The growing phase is the hardest part for me-waiting for things to sprout and bloom. I just want to skip that phase and have the flowers and food dang it. But each year, its a lesson in patience for me. I learn that there's such beauty in the wait. The whole process is a form of meditation. Its a meditation on being calm, and waiting. Its the same as quilting or scrapbooking.
Or running. Which is where I am off to now. Its time to get the blood flowing and the endorpins kicking in, and the muscles pumping up and flexing. Its not about this one particular race, its about a race for good health and habits in my life, its about discipline and its about resiliance. Its about transformation. Its about having the nerve to desire change and make my little corner of the world into a better place. Its about all the different facets of my life coming together to make something beautiful.