Being Eleanor

Well happy 1st of November, Reader.  Halloween was a hoot yesterday.  We went as Statler and Waldorf, and my 3 month-old went as Fozzie.  What a great night…I hope yours was too.

This week has been slightly terrifying.  On Monday, I got back to work on my restaurant building.  With the asbestos removed, I was able to resume demolition of my upstairs.  Soooo I’d like to admit something to you: I have no idea what I’m doing.  And that’s a very scary thing. I spend half of the day looking up how-to videos on YouTube, which reinforce just how little I know.  And by Friday, I got to thinking about that Eleanor Roosevelt quote. 

“Do one thing every day that scares you.”  

Wise, wise Eleanor.  She had her head on straight. 

True, I’d probably have less stress without all of this work.  I might have fewer bruises.  I likely would have more time to keep up with the once-daily rituals that have been un-prioritized now that I’m a new mom and business owner (Oh hair combing, how do I miss thee…).  And in fact, I could always throw money at my problems, hire somebody else to do the work, and make the workload “disappear.”  But then I’d just be flat broke and have learned nothing. 

And so I forge on down the Eleanor Path. Tomorrow, I’m using an electric floor stripper to get old cork tiles and carpet off the floor.  Then I’ll be removing wood paneling from the walls with a crowbar. By next week, I hope to learn how to replace my toilets.  YIKES.  

But also awesome. 

I love this time of year, Reader.  I’m off to enjoy the rest of this ridiculously beautiful Sunday.  See you next week. -Em

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