Let There be Light!

Although the light isn't turned on here, (because the picture quality wasn't that great) let me tell you there is plenty of light from our new chandelier I wired and hung yesterday. It was a booger at times... it was, afterall, my first electrical installation by myself. Our den remodeling project has a few new electrical additions, all of which my father-in-law John helped me with. And let me tell you, it's been so fun! I haven't posted den update pics on purpose. I want to do a before-and-after post when it's all completed! I barely want to look at the complete mess in there right now, so I surely don't want to torture any eyes while it's still a "work in progress."

While all this goes on, I'm still trying to find time for my other projects... which are not so much home remodeling, but self remodeling. Finding time to be alone, to squeeze out the noise, to read, to expand my mind and open my heart, and to practice my trumpet and mandolin, are all so difficult because of what I will call 'back-log' time. Instead of beginning on a completely fresh note every day, I begin on backed up sleep and the previous day's endings. In other words, the previous day carries on to the next, every single day. I wake up groggy about 3am, hit peek-alertness around 7. It lasts until 9 or 10am. By noon I'm already winding back down. When I get home, it's usually nap time and I sleep entirely too long, until 6 on average. Then I get up, eat dinner, and play until late..... again and again and again. The cycle is hard to break. I hope that I can revise my schedule so that I will be in bed by 8 -- so far haven't made that deadline yet. But why focus on the past and the negative?

I really want to go to the library and sit and read. I was there last week for a story assignment, and I just noticed how wonderful silence actually is. What a way to take away the noise in my head.

So far this morning, the scanners have been putting all that noise back in. My head is like a box... sooner or later, there won't be enough room to put anything at all in. It's Tuesday, and that means garbage day on our street. Do you think they could make a stop here at work to empty my head?