It's
hard to believe I have been in my new home for a solid week now. I'm
feeling immensely proud of myself for hanging these shelves today. A
prospect that just a few days ago sent me spiraling into a fit of
depression.
I mean, here on my own, who is going to do things like hang the heavy stuff and open the jar of peanut butter?
But I am stronger than I think I am- the shelves are hung and I don't actually eat peanut butter. And I know there must be some kind of device on the market to help me when a stubborn lid does present a problem.
Not so easy to fix is the sadness that fills my spirit. I'm not going to lie, the decision to separate from my husband did not come easily and I will not diminish myself by denying the need to grieve.
So here I am, day 7 of my new normal. Satisfied over a job well done and sorrowful for the empty places that need to heal.
It is the glorious mix.
I mean, here on my own, who is going to do things like hang the heavy stuff and open the jar of peanut butter?
But I am stronger than I think I am- the shelves are hung and I don't actually eat peanut butter. And I know there must be some kind of device on the market to help me when a stubborn lid does present a problem.
Not so easy to fix is the sadness that fills my spirit. I'm not going to lie, the decision to separate from my husband did not come easily and I will not diminish myself by denying the need to grieve.
So here I am, day 7 of my new normal. Satisfied over a job well done and sorrowful for the empty places that need to heal.
It is the glorious mix.
Open the stuck jar lid by gripping it with a rubber/latex glove (not necessary to actually put it on your hand!). Have a handyman/woman hang heavy stuff and pay for it by bartering your artwork for their time. But your shelf work looks good!
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