I've been throwing myself into all sorts of projects these last few weeks. Once I make my list and get started, it's hard for me to stop until I've reached completion. Messes and things out of order get me twitchy. It's silly - I know it is - to get bent out of shape for not sanding the legs of a chair or completing a sewing project fast enough. These things don't matter in the grand scheme (or even in the not so grand scheme!), so why do I let myself obsess?
I don't have any fantastic insights to share (except to tell myself over and over, "Relax, cuckoo head!"). I guess this is just a little reminder to myself that it's okay to sit down by the fire with a book and some cheese, and my new, ridiculously awesome Lilly Pulitzer fireplace matches.
P.S. If you don't have a fireplace, I heartily recommend this DVD! It even includes life-like crackling sounds.