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Celebrate

I'm always working on something. The projects might include organizing my house, training for a half marathon, cleaning out my car, doing my dishes, organizing my cat toys. I also spend a lot of time creating stuff. For instance, last Christmas was the year of the homemade gift! I spend so much time making things for other people, and I love the joy I see (or the eye rolls) when I give someone one of my home made gifts, but I never make anything for myself. And then, every once in awhile I do work on little 'gifts' for myself. When I do, it gives me so much satisfaction. 

Most recently, I decided I needed to do something for myself. In the interest in also organizing my race stuff, I jumped into a medal 'rack' and framing some bibs from various races. You see, I keep my bibs for no good reason. I knew they would just end up in the trash some day, and then I decided they couldn't. I mean, they must have meant something to me if I have kept them around this long!

You see, every medal, every bib is a reminder of my accomplishments over the years; accomplishments that are meant to be celebrated, not ditched in a junk drawer waiting for the inevitable trip to the garbage dump. If it were someone else's junk drawer, and that someone else was about to throw away all of their medals, I would be doing everything in my power to make sure their stuff wouldn't just be tossed to the side, and forgotten forever! And so my projects began for myself.

Here are a few of my masterpieces:





All this to remind myself to celebrate what I have accomplished.

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