I went to an event a few weeks ago. One of the giveaways was this little crocheted duck. He came with a tiny sign that says, Waddle with purpose. Success is just around the pond. Cute. I threw him in my bag. When I got home, I set him on my desk. And that's where things got weird. Because of the angle of his face... ...he's looking up at me. Not straight ahead. Not at my computer. At me. Every morning, I sit down at my desk and there he is. Just... Looking. Waiting. Like, "Okay...what are we accomplishing today?" At first I thought it was funny. Now I catch myself looking back at him. Like I somehow owe him progress. I swear I'm trying to make the little duck proud. ps. If you want your own duck, you can order one on cheer-space.com
I recently visited my parents in Phoenix to celebrate my dad’s birthday. He just turned 95. My mom is 88. So, as you can imagine, things are moving at a slightly different pace. We spent a few days having nice meals, visiting with their friends, and helping them get a little more organized. My sister and I were only there for four days, but we decided this would also double as a light decluttering initiative. That part did not go as planned. My parents moved into a retirement community about six years ago. They have a one-bedroom, one and a half bath apartment. It is actually perfect. Just enough space, easy to manage, everything they need. Except. As the years go on, the stuff continues to grow. More holiday décor. More books. More things. And now, a surprising amount of front door décor. Every resident takes their front door very seriously. It is how they show their personality. How they welcome friends. How they say, “This is me.” Without it, the hall would feel like a hall. With it...