Some pieces just came together in my brain. I moved into my new house in late August and I'm still not 'done'. There are days when I'm working on wall art and there are days when I'm sorting a closet or making a recycle run of empty moving boxes. There are days when I have a table out at the road's edge with free items that miraculously disappear. There are days when I do nothing because my brain just can't make anymore decisions. There are days when I do physically difficult things for hours at a time and there are days, usually the next day, where all I accomplish is a pedicure. There has been almost sixty days of this. And every time someone's in my house I feel the need to apologize for the mess and that I'm not done yet.

But I just saw a post about all of the things that are wonderful about living alone and I replied, "You don't have to get a project done right away. You can work on it when you feel like it and not work on it when you don't and leave the mess out until you're done. And there's no one there to be bothered by it."

Oh.

I guess that's what I'm doing with moving in. I don't need to apologize. And I don't need to cram myself into some expectation of having my house look like a magazine in less than a week.

I am apparently the Queen of Putzing, my own small queendom in the PNW, where grace abounds and creativity is not forced and no one is bothered.

grins