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Done, Done, Done
Mar. 18th, 2007 05:00 pmI've hit a strange point of synchronicity in my life, and one that rarely happens - all of my projects are somehow done, all at the same time.
I've got all of my translations up on the web. I've finished both of the major crocheting projects I was working on (one large and fairly complicated afghan for a friend, one smaller but incredibly fuzzy and lacy baby afghan for another friend's new baby girl). And yesterday was the performance of an SCA show that I've been pretty deeply involved with since November. Intercon is over, and while I'm still GM liaison for next year, there's nothing to do there quite yet. I've started gathering information for the WZ larp, but it's a bit early to do any major writing, especially without my more-experienced partner.
Everything has wrapped up pretty tidily. I don't know if I've ever been in this situation before, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it, or what to do with myself. I'm not used to being at loose ends, with nothing major that I should be working on.
Oh, there are still things to be done. I have bills to pay, and I need to get in touch with my accountant about paying taxes - I've put that off way too long. I've got my never-ending counted cross-stitch project to work on, and now that Oberon has started eating I should start working on handling him so he can get ready for his debut as a Fabulous Burlesque Star. But those are small things, with no real urgency and no way to take up huge amounts of my time and attention.
I have no idea of what to do next. I have too much time, and too many choices - nothing is forcing itself into my face, needing to be done so someone else can take it and use it. Nothing has a deadline. I could make myself a sweater; I could translate the next chapters of the Commedia dell'Arte book; I could clean the house or practice doumbek for the first time in a year or pull out some fabric and try again to sew myself a dress. I could embroider my husband's shirts like I keep promising to.
I have Choice Paralysis. This is too big to look at all at once. I think I'll start tonight by just making dinner - I've got a pot of slow-cooked Bolognese sauce on the stove, to celebrate the first weekend in forever that I've had four hours to stand and cook and do nothing else - and watching a movie. Maybe I'll even play solitaire. Figuring out new projects can wait until tomorrow.....
I've got all of my translations up on the web. I've finished both of the major crocheting projects I was working on (one large and fairly complicated afghan for a friend, one smaller but incredibly fuzzy and lacy baby afghan for another friend's new baby girl). And yesterday was the performance of an SCA show that I've been pretty deeply involved with since November. Intercon is over, and while I'm still GM liaison for next year, there's nothing to do there quite yet. I've started gathering information for the WZ larp, but it's a bit early to do any major writing, especially without my more-experienced partner.
Everything has wrapped up pretty tidily. I don't know if I've ever been in this situation before, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it, or what to do with myself. I'm not used to being at loose ends, with nothing major that I should be working on.
Oh, there are still things to be done. I have bills to pay, and I need to get in touch with my accountant about paying taxes - I've put that off way too long. I've got my never-ending counted cross-stitch project to work on, and now that Oberon has started eating I should start working on handling him so he can get ready for his debut as a Fabulous Burlesque Star. But those are small things, with no real urgency and no way to take up huge amounts of my time and attention.
I have no idea of what to do next. I have too much time, and too many choices - nothing is forcing itself into my face, needing to be done so someone else can take it and use it. Nothing has a deadline. I could make myself a sweater; I could translate the next chapters of the Commedia dell'Arte book; I could clean the house or practice doumbek for the first time in a year or pull out some fabric and try again to sew myself a dress. I could embroider my husband's shirts like I keep promising to.
I have Choice Paralysis. This is too big to look at all at once. I think I'll start tonight by just making dinner - I've got a pot of slow-cooked Bolognese sauce on the stove, to celebrate the first weekend in forever that I've had four hours to stand and cook and do nothing else - and watching a movie. Maybe I'll even play solitaire. Figuring out new projects can wait until tomorrow.....
