Oh stress. Happy, happy stress. I was having a discussion tonight with the dude how I feel like I get more done when I have a bit of a fire under me. And not in the fearful, oh-shit, panicky way. I feel like if I’m motivated to by crazier deadlines, then I tend to do a better job. The fun thing about that thought is right now, there’s no deadline really except for the ones I’ve imposed on myself. I feel like I’ve been going back and forth trying to sort out my life, and slowly things are falling into place. It’ll be an interesting path, that’s for sure.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been spending maybe half the time in Mississauga or Toronto. The rest of the time I’ve spent at home I’ve been getting the house ready to sell. It’s listed all, so now all I have to do is hang out and wait for any potential customers. I admit, it will be really nice, though in a bittersweet way, to be done with it all. Whatever happens, I’ll be glad to be back in the GTA. :)