I’m lousy at carving pumpkins. The inside is smelly, slimy and sticky. The thick shell combined with my knife skills are a hazard to my health. But I found a solution!
Thanks to YouTube, Pinterest and a collection of drills and dremels in our household, I safely created these pumpkin lanterns for our booth at the local community market! Yayyy!
Here’s what I learned from my experience. Use white chalk to draw your design on. Marker is hard to remove and pencil leaves indentations. Dry erase may work but I can’t attest to it.
Clean out the inside first. Your drill bits won’t get so gunky, but be careful with the amount of pressure you apply if your holes are very close together. Cracking the shell is a huge frustration when you’ve almost completed the project. Cover the work surface and surrounding splash zone with plastic, paper, or old towels.
There’s a lot of waiting in real estate. You’re aware of that if you’ve bought or sold a house. As a Realtor, I wait for signs, photos, appraisers, inspectors, clients, lenders, other agents and closings. Today, while I’m waiting for you to call, I’ll practice a few affirmations – Realtors are big on affirmations. I may (will) twist them a bit to suit my purpose.
1.) I am the architect of my life (are you thinking about new construction?); I build its foundation (no cracks, please) and choose its contents (built-ins?).
2.) Today, I am brimming with energy (plumbed for gas in the kitchen) and overflowing with joy (immediately upon closing).
3.) My body is healthy (though a bit tired); my mind is brilliant (I’m definitely bright, but I don’t know about brilliant!); my soul is tranquil (that might be a stretch – I really need to hear from a lender).
4.) I am superior to negative thoughts (always – no matter what the inspector says) and low actions (unacceptable).
5.) I have been given endless talents which I begin to utilize today (Lord, I hope I started before today!).
Imagine waking one morning in a fabulous mood, feeling like sunshine on the inside. You get dressed, grab a piece of toast, dash out the front door and you’re anticipating a splendid day. You get to the curb, stand there, wait for the light to change, hum a little off-key tune. You hold your face up to be kissed by the sun,
but…no…a car goes by, hits the only puddle in town and splashes you head to toe with oily, muddy slime.
You glance up just in time to see the driver’s face and she doesn’t appear remorseful or even surprised. No, her face looks like a storm cloud, and the look she gives you is one of fury, daring you to suggest she’s at fault.