a case of the Mondays…

I feel like I am throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks.

I revived my website adding and changing, trying to figure out what might work to revitalize a business I’ve had for ages but only had one foot in really. I am really good at what I do but I am the worst at marketing myself and don’t try to pin me down. What do you do? Well, I can design the crap out of your home, event, or wedding. I have a beautiful mind when it comes to logistics planning and seeing the bigger picture. Need a color consultation? It’s my super power. How the heck do you package that?!

I applied to be an office sub in the local school district. I am officiating the occasional elopement. OH! and I am an independent Pampered Chef Consultant, did I mention that? yep. Need a recipe revival, meal prep magic, or want to pamper your kitchen? I’m your gal.

I’m a survivor in survival mode who is a special and of exhausted that sleep won’t cure.

Mom had an up and down week last week. Today is not so good. I had dinner with a dear friend who is at a similar but different stage of the elder care roulette wheel. We talked about process, insurance, and all of the things. We hadn’t had a catch up since mom landed herself back in the hospital. It was a long dinner with a couple of glasses of wine and it was wonderful to be with someone who spoke this new language. Most days I feel like I’m living in a parallel universe, like I’m at the carnival and cannot seem to get off the ride, an endless spinning game of whack a mole except there is no prize.

I am hoping for a better week though this one is filled with dr. appts for me, some call it self care. Wrapping things up here to get back on the east coast at the end of the week. Just another day in paradise.