All the World's a Stage

Something really fun happened to me today.

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.