WIP

Work in Progress.  Yup, that defines us. 

This week has been a work in progress.  Pressed by deadlines, pushing to meet goals, feeling the pressure.  Add to that company on the horizon, rearranging two rooms of the house, and trying to finish the bathroom remodel.  You guessed it, we must be nuts.  Luckily we're still young enough to bite off more than we can chew.  Or, thankfully we're too stupid to realize we've bitten off more than we can chew.  Surprisingly we haven't done bodily harm to ourselves (or each other)  in any way shape or form this week.

In the midst of this, Miss Sophie must surely be wndering if the sky is falling.  There has been hammering, pounding, cursing (you may have heard it), moving and no doubt the ground has shaken too.   My desk, aka her upstairs safe spot has been moved to another room.  Tomorrow strangers (to her) will invade the house.
Frankly, there probably hasn't been enough chaos this week to challenge her, so this weekend will be good experience. 

My approach always aims for "it's all good".  Even when things don't go as planned.  Which is pretty much every day of life.  Focus on possibilities, practice patience, be open to shifting to "plan b".  

I love my work in progress.  Sometimes it takes a lifetime to embrace that.  Sometimes we do that with each breath and every "plan b".