Friday, February 2, 2018

I'm Going To Slide. On My Tummy. To The Final Finish Line.

For the past year, I've been working on various 6-week projects for a client. Some have been back to back while the others have allowed a few weeks between projects. I've thoroughly enjoyed working on these projects. They've been a mix of challenging, interesting, inspiring, and as each project ended, I gained something from it. No project was ever a waste of my time. I put my heart and soul into each one and the end result reflected that.

On the flip side, these 6-week projects have been extremely time-consuming. The projects have involved a copious amount of desk time. In addition, each project consumed 3 days out of my Monday through Friday schedule during the entire 6-week span.

The breaks I've had between these 6-weeks projects have been spent trying to catch up. I've also utilized my weekends to do the same. However, despite my efforts, the amount of PostIt Notes that are currently plastering my desk is obnoxious. My To-Do list far exceeds the length of a CVS receipt.

Thankfully, the finish line is in sight. The final finish line. I'm on the final 6-week project and next week is the last stretch. The final week. I'm both relieved and a little sad.

The sadness stems from the fact that I have genuinely enjoyed working on these projects. These projects were outside of the box. Out of my comfort zone. They veered far away from my typical realm of work stuff. They challenged me.

I'm always up for a good challenge.

The relief is seeping through the woodwork because, for the first time in a little over a year, I can dedicate all of my time to this blog, social media, DIY Dog Mom Projects, creating new, homemade dog treat recipes, etc.

At this point, I think I'm going to bust ass to get everything done in a matter of 2 days next week instead of 3. If I had to sketch that into a visual, I'd be sliding to home plate. On my tummy. Mouth opened. Screaming. And, kissing home plate once I was there.

Beyond the excitement, relief, and wee bit of sadness, I think it's going to be weird. I'm not exaggerating when I say that it'll be the first time in over a year that I will be able to focus on my stuff, my goals, and getting everything up to par.

It's been a crazy year. 

Aside from the multitude of 6-week projects, we adopted Willa almost a year ago. She was in full heat. Right around that same time, Lisa and I got hit with the same cold flu that we had in January. It took several weeks to recover.

Then, an opportunity presented itself to Lisa at work. She had to write up a resume, go through a couple of interviews, and then wait. When she got the position, my Monday through Friday schedule changed a lot and I had to make a lot of adjustments. It wasn't easy.

From that point on, we had our Anniversary party, Lisa's last 40-something birthday bash, and Willa had her spay surgery. Lisa was bitten by a tick and contracted Lyme for the second time in a year. They also discovered she had Mono at the same time. Shortly after, we got hit with another round of the cold flu virus.

The Fall season was finally upon us. I signed on to do 2 more 6-week projects after the one I was finishing up.

The holiday season, which is our busiest time of year, quickly came and went.

And, now, here we are.


One more week.

One. More. Week.

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