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Jumping Into Life


I started a project the other day.  It’s something a kindergartner could easily do, yet it has taken me over a week already.

I am gluing little glass “bead” token things around the rim of a table I got for free from a neighbor.  I am, as David says, “bedazzling a table”.

Mind you, when I accepted this table, it was reportedly to display items on at the Kindness Yard Sale this summer.  Last year I didn’t have enough tables to put things on.  But even before we got the table home, my mind was envisioning a project.  One that I couldn’t admit out loud, because let’s be honest, I have a shit-ton of unfinished projects, and we do NOT need any more furniture for inside OR outside the house right now…

But I got those little glass tokens out.  They are leftovers from when my sissies and I went crazy mosaic-ing stuff last year!  We all did a bowling ball and I also did a planter.  And these little leftover beads had been hoarded by me.

So, I got them out.  And I got out a tube of super strong glue.  I washed down the table and, without admitting it out loud or to myself, set about making something to keep…

I jumped in like I do with most things – with no plan of attack.  I had the beads!  I had the table!  I had the glue!!  What else could I possibly need???



But as I glued bits on, they slipped and wiggled…  I tried to stand and hold them in place, but I was more eager to put on MORE BITS than to be a caretaker of the ones I had already placed…  Luckily for me David saw my dilemma and suggested I tip the table up and work a section at a time.  Ahhhh, I am fortunate to have a wise man by my side…  You see, David is the exact opposite of me.  He would never begin a project without a plan.  And he would draw that plan onto at least 6 bits of paper (3 of which would get lost before he started the project).  He would have the necessary space set up, tools at the ready, measurements taken…

But me?  Me – I just jump.

And that is why, about half-way around the table, I got to wondering, “Am I going to have enough glass tokens to go all the way around this thing??”.  Because of course, I hadn’t measured.  In fact, when I started worrying that I might run out before finishing, I consoled myself with this little thought, “Susan, it’s ok!!  It would be impossible to measure something like this before beginning!  Ha ha!  What would you do – try and HOLD the little beads on with your fingers all the way around the table to make sure you had enough??  Duh.  You couldn’t do that.”

I smiled at my brilliance and kept gluing, only later to shyly realize that I could have MEASURED around the table…  Hello Einstein, a little tape measure would have solved the mystery before you began.

But no.  I jumped.

I have about 1/5 of the table left to “bedazzle”.  My glass tokens are getting sparse.  I have mainly orange bits left…  Of course I did not use a PATTERN of colors as I worked (did you read earlier, I am a jumper…).  But I DID mix the colors up as I glued.  And it would look slightly awkward if the last chunk was all orange…

But you know what?  If that last chunk is all orange, or even if I run out before making it all the way around, I BEDAZZLED THAT SUCKER.  I jumped.  I glued.  And don’t tell David, but I want to keep it…





Comments

Blue said…
That is moi and Sam. Exactly! I will have a project finished (with no plan) as sam plans out his and may start next week!

As I struggle with even being awake lately I use your projects as hope that I too may someday have the energy and health for that pleasure!

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