Hello, hello! How is everyone doing today? Things are pretty good here. This week, I’m just writing a short post with lots of pictures to brag about Dad. He finished his room! Mostly. He still needs to make a vent cover and nightstands. But it’s looking lovely and ready to show off! As many of you know, pretty much anything with wood in our house was made by Dad. His room is no exception. Most of the wood (cabinets, bed, etc.) is pecan from the Trinity river basin that was super rough. He planed it into usable boards and built/stained/etc. everything. The ceiling has MDF that he painted. He even made the doors. Also, he sewed the curtains himself a while back, but they’ll eventually be replaced by shutters when he makes those. He put up the grasscloth wallpaper and the mural too. Basically, he designed, built, and/or installed everything himself. Just wanted to let you all know how talented he is and show off his room. As always, feel free to comment or ask questions or whatever here or on my social media pages!
Hello, hello! Last week, I had a really good writing week, despite having a day of errands (after which I wrote a book review blog post even though I didn’t want to/have to) and taking a day off because I felt crappy. I met all my goals and even had time to watch some anime along the way. But looking back, I realized that I never really took credit for my productivity (not last week or ever, that I can remember). At least, never for the little every day things. I have this weird tendency to blame inanimate objects for my success, like taking credit for it will somehow ruin it. Or maybe because inanimate objects have awesome powers that make me productive. I don’t know. I’ve just always done this.
I’ve seen a lot of people do this. Instead of saying they rocked that day, they give all the credit to some good luck charm or special t-shirt or whatever. And I totally understand the compulsion to have something tangible to blame for things that otherwise seem to come from thin air, because it’s easier than acknowledging that it’s all you (especially if you’re terrified of failing and need something to blame for that too, just in case). But I sometimes think I’m weird because I don’t have just one special item I blame for everything, good or bad. I use whatever happens to be handy.
For example, last Saturday I was feeling particularly procrastinate-y (I don’t know how else to describe it), and a neighbor brought over a little rubber rat for me as an early Halloween gift, so it sat on my computer watching me while I worked. At the end of the day, when I gave Facebook my boring little update on what I did that day, instead of saying that I fought off my procrastination and wrote the words, I said that I wrote because my new friend was keeping an eye on me. I’ve blamed shirts. I’ve blamed pictures. I’ve blamed dolls. The more I think about it, the stranger I think I am.
Part of me thinks it’s because I’ve always been easily annoyed by people who brag too much, so I don’t want to become one of them. Ooo, I wrote words and did all the other stuff I needed to do… big deal. Right? But at the same time, I like seeing my friends celebrate all their accomplishments, no matter how small. So, why shouldn’t I celebrate mine? Probably because it’s a super thin line between celebrating and bragging and I don’t want to cross it. I guess blaming inanimate objects makes it feel less like bragging and more like praising whatever inspired my productivity that particular day.
But screw all that! Some days, you need to own your accomplishments, even the tiny ones. Especially when people act like you aren’t doing anything. Stop blaming inanimate objects for your successes. You did it. You rock. And it’s okay to pat yourself on the back once in a while.
What about you? Do you blame your successes (or failures) on inanimate objects? Do you have a lucky item that lends you its powers from time to time? Or do you take all the credit for yourself? Feel free to comment here or on my social media pages!