After a week of vacation and then a forty-plus hour week of work, I can really see how little I care for a forty-plus hour week of work. It doesn’t surprise me that I prefer a week’s vacation, but the depth of the sadness and anger that having to work causes does surprise me.

All week I had dreams, nightmares really, in which I cried and cried, or railed at injustice to the point of throwing chairs and breaking things. The biggest frustration of all was that everyone else in the dreams was totally unaffected, and just rolled their eyes and said, “Grow up, get over it”. So I either need to grow up and get over it, or I need to quit my job, sell my house, and live the life I am truly destined for. What is this mystical destiny? I have no idea.

I searched “destiny” on Pinterest and found this quote:

“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.” -Blair Waldorf (Gossip Girls)

Hmmm. I don’t want to give too much credence to a line from “Gossip Girls”, but….

“The only person you are destined to become, is the person you decide to be.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

And then, there’s this:

“Stop complaining. Do something.” – Menina Lisboa

Pithy.

So I got off of my full and generous bottom and put the pork roast in the crockpot (I’ll make carnitas out of it). I cleaned out the fridge and washed all the Tater Tot hotdish containers. I put the heinous hotdish leftovers in bags in the freezer, to be disposed of tomorrow morning. I seasoned the vegetables and packed them into individual serving sizes. I hope to actually eat them, as opposed to letting them sit in the fridge until they liquefy.

I put on my painting clothes and put the table on the patio. Then I dragged the big pot to the middle of the garage floor. I sanded and painted the pot with 2 coats of lavender and 3 coats of turquoise. I used Valspar instead of Rustoleum, and I regret it. The pot will still need another coat. While I was in painting mode, I painted the garden ornament. 2 coats lavender, 2 coats cobalt (I have to get rid of that damn lavender).

Last year's tomatoes.

Last year’s tomatoes.

Refreshed pot.

Refreshed pot.

I laid out my clothes for the week, so I don’t have to make any early a.m. decisions. And by clothes I mean the shirt, pants,  sweater, plus undies, socks, shoes and accessories. NO early a.m. decisions!

It’s amazing how much less I’m worried about my destiny, and how much better I feel about my life.

“Stop complaining. Do something.” It’s a lesson I need to learn over and over and over.

Stay tuned…