I remember years ago - the term " burn out " was flying all over the place ( maybe it was just a Montreal thing - I'm not sure about that ) but everyone was suffering from it.
People were taking time off work for " burn out " with letters from doctors
And I - being the cynical no nonsense type of person I used to be - would inwardly roll my eyes..........( I did a lot of inward eye rolling back in the day - it's probably why I have bad eyes now - karma is a bitch )
My go to response- was always " Well I don't have the luxury of having a burn out "
I have kids to raise
A job to get to
A house to keep in order
A life to live.
I cringe when I think of how glib I was......................
I never asked for help - because I loved basking in the praise if the truth be known
" how on earth does she do it alll " was music to my ears - I'm not sure what kind of disorder that stems from ( and I don't want to know ) because I was praised often as a child.
I could curl iron my hair while making the kid's lunches
I made 2 suppers in the evening - so that the next night's supper was ready - and then made 2 suppers again the next night. ( so even when I was ahead of the game I couldn't stop )
I lived with a vaccum attached to one arm and a bottle of vim attached to the other and often vaccumed myself out the door so that when we came back home at night, it was done.
I can see now that I was a neurotic lunatic - always an inch away from that dreaded " burn out "
AND that I had a severe case of O.C.D. ( to date, wine is the only cure I've found that has any merit at all - give me a couple of glasses of that elixir and I could care less about the state of the house )
I started painting this last night -
and smack in the middle of it
( and I DO mean smack in the middle of it )
I looked at it and thought " I'm just too tired to finish you "
Those words never cross my mind - not the tired part of course- I've been exhausted daily with all of these renos - and I complain about it constantly - but the " I can't finish you " part - I push myself mercilessly to finish what I start.
Like my whole world will collapse if I don't.
And I think it's time for me to admit that I just can't work at the speed I used to -
Okay scratch that - that makes me sound old -
Let's switch it to this - I think it's time to admit that I don't WANT to work at the speed I used to.
Why am I always racing against the clock?
If any of you have a degree in mental disorders please do NOT try to figure me out - like I mentioned above I really don't want to know. ( and I have a ton of wine here for when it gets out of control )
And that's why the top piece of this hutch is on hold.
Because I'm now mature enough to realize that " burn out " is just around the corner.
And there's a paisley patterned floor to be sealed - which I really do need to finish - so you can clearly see that I still don't have the time for one.
Have a wonderful day everyone !
Here - let's throw a basket on it and call it done LMHO
ASCP - Paris Grey and Old White.....................
UPDATE - she needed a little more distressing - her handles needed to be painted -
So here's a couple of more photos
I painted in 2 directions - the white undercoat one way and the grey top coat in the opposite - because I wanted a little texture on this country piece
I'll be at these fabulous parties !
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