a letter from the editor “If it weren’t for the last minute, nothing would get done.” - Rita Mae Brown FINALLY! Warmer weather and longer days ahead. A homeowner was at the office recently and we had a very candid conversation about the end of winter and beginning of spring. Much like a bear, I go into a hibernation period of sorts in the winter. Unfortunately this also includes the extra pounds. I didn’t have to feel guilty for spending an entire Sunday binging TV shows because it was dark by 6 PM. I didn’t have to worry about that extra snack because there will be plenty of time to shed that weight. I know, hypocritical after my last article about time passing at the speed of light, but I digress. So now, this is when the panic sets in. I start digging out my spring and summer wardrobe and praying that they still fit. If not, then somehow those clothes being stored away in that tote MUST have somehow caused a thermal induction and shrunk my entire wardrobe! This sounded better in my head, but the only logical explanation I can accept. Or, I can face the truth that I have gone through this routine for the last 20 years or so, and it’s probably never going to change.
There were also many things on my “to-do” list that I wanted to complete during the winter season. Because of limited daylight and cooler weather, it was mainly those indoor tasks like purging the closets, painting the kitchen, and getting everything organized. I have good intentions, and if good intentions got things done, I would be a superhero wearing a beach towel cape with a giant clothespin! Because I would be a prepared, smart and sensible superhero and my cape would also be functional and beach ready. It was also my costume of choice as a kid. A bit of a procrastinator? Perhaps. I’ll look into that later. But regardless of having not been very productive over the winter months, I’m very much looking forward to the warmer weather and spending guilt free days laying on the beach with my to-do list ever growing with new things like landscaping and organizing the garage. But first, I must cram four months of exercise into two. I’ll start tomorrow.
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