I’m lazy at heart. No, maybe it’s the opposite: I’m addicted
to activity. Whichever fact is true, one of these conclusions makes me a Shortcut Queen. I hunt for ways to shorten ANY activity, and ALL
routines: from working out to putting away laundry. I lung around the kitchen
while I cook to cut down on my exercise time in the evenings, and I throw socks
in a basket, to negate sorting and matching after the dry cycle. If an activity
can be trimmed to bare bones, I’ll find a way.
Whether finishing my work early or squeezing more activity in is the goal, I’m
ALWAYS looking for ways to get things done faster and
more efficiently.
So this past Thanksgiving I invested in several dozen
BEAUTIFUL cloth napkins in an assortment of colors and patterns in an attempt
to cut down on shopping for gorgeous paper ones each year. These napkins looked
like a million bucks fanned out in a fancy fold on the 3 large tables set for
30 guests. The meal tasted sweeter and the coffee blacker, because of the
stunning napkins resting in each guest’s lap. Ok, maybe I’m being dramatic, but
the napkins DID top off the look.
However, AFTER the meal,
the pristinely set tables no longer spoke of elegance and beauty, but instead
resembled a table top hurricane disaster. How do
things fall apart so easily? While I pondered these thoughts and
eyed the hand washing in front of me, the discarded napkins caught my attention
and for a brief moment I suffered buyer’s remorse
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