I got a phone call from a friend (normal) who wanted me to help stage her home to sell it (semi-normal) because she told her Realtor about me and he is willing to pay for my work (so not normal!)
Now, I don't really care about the money.
But work- work is exciting.
I need a project to live. If I am not working on something I start slumping. And slouching. And wilting.
Yes- I can always reorganize my junk drawer AGAIN.
Or mop my floors AGAIN. (I think it's been an embarrassing number of months since I tackled that one to be embarrassingly honest.)
Or put my folded laundry away AGAIN.
But I mean a new project. Something I haven't done 13746817687163248273 times.
Something I won't have to do 20945794758273498758934725 more times before I die.
(Yes, I just randomly played with the number keys. But it was fun.)
So quick sum up.
I get to stage a house.
I get to make it prettier.
I might even make a little pocket change.
Which I will use to make my house a little prettier.
Daisies. Rainbows. Unicorns.
All that jazz.
And if you ever need a little hand making your house prettier- I always need a project.