“Have you had any more problems with your roof?” My realtor, Josh, asked today.
I shook my head. “Nope. Not even after that big rain.” I turned to his brother in law, who came over to plant some shrubs and explained: “I fixed my roof.”
His eyebrows shot up.
I’m 5’2”, petite, with nerd glasses, skinny jeans, and a swingy ponytail.
“I did! I climbed up there, slapped on probably way too much of this tar stuff and fixed it.” Then I laughed. “Which is crazy. I mean, when I was a kid, my nickname was Miss Priss!”
“Ha! Really?” Josh said. “You seem like such a go-getter!”
I shook my head and laughed.
No, I was totally a Miss Priss growing up. I had perfected the sassy, pursed lips, upturned nose, downturned lids look.
I loved dresses, ruffles, lace, tea parties, paper dolls, and everything Victorian and was terrible at anything physical (sports? HA! what a joke!).
I hated getting dirty and sweaty.
Actually, I still hate getting dirty and sweaty.
But I’ve had to suck it up lately, put on my paint-covered jeans and one of my husband’s t-shirts (I own zero t-shirts, ya’ll), and dive in up to my elbows.
I’m learning that I’m capable of a lot more than I thought I was capable of.
In the last three and a half weeks, I’ve fixed my vacuum, did a ton of painting, paid all the bills (my husband usually takes care of all our finances), dealt with the mechanic on a huge car repair, cleaned and organized the basement (also my husband’s realm), spackled a wall, packed boxes, gotten my house ready to put on the market, and oh, and fixed the dang roof.
Not to mention all my “regular” work of cooking, cleaning, taking care of my four boys, blogging, and making necklaces for Mother’s Day through my ETSY shop.
It’s all exhausting, really.
But somehow, writing all that stuff down, stuff that I’m getting done here at home (with lots of help from good, good friends) makes me feel like a strong woman, a woman who is taking care of her business, her family, and her home in a way that I never knew was possible.
I didn’t use to be a go-getter. Life kind of threw me in the ring and said, “FIGHT!”
But I threw off “Miss Priss” and I’m fighting.
And I think I’m winning.
(I mean, I fixed my roof, ya’ll. Isn’t that, like, 1000 points?)
What battle are you fighting right now?
What task are you faced with that scares you half to death?
What have you accomplished this week that makes you feel like a total bad ass?
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