Today, I made chicken vegetable soup. I don’t think it’s as good as the last time I made it, but it’s not half bad. I had it for dinner, with some fancy multi-grain bread from the bakery. Yum.
I had some work stuff I needed to do and I did it. I got all the things done that I needed to do and tomorrow I’ll do a few more things and will have really accomplished something. Ok, maybe not a big deal by everyone’s standards, but by mine. I feel a deep sense of satisfaction.
I had a house project I had said I was going to do. Every weekend, I’ve been saying, planning, thinking, ”I’m going to do this thing this weekend.” Ok, it’s painting. I was going to paint a room. I bought the supplies, the paint, the painter’s tape, the rollers and all.
But you know what? I’m not a painter. I don’t have local friends who can come help me paint. Neither of the adults I live with are able to help me. And today, I thought, fuck this. I’m not doing it. There are people who do this for a living. I will hire them. I won’t ask MP to find somebody to hire, I’ll just find someone. So I looked on-line and found someone who might be possible. They say they’re coming out tomorrow to give us an estimate, and could do it Monday. We’ll see if they actually do – but if they don’t, I’ll frigging find someone else.
I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off me. Maybe that’s not quite the same as pleasure, but it’s allowed me to have the other pleasures today.
I feel like I’m ready to tackle tomorrow with a clean slate and set my own priorities – whatever they may be. And THAT is a great pleasure.