Hello, ladies!
I'm patting myself on the back because I reclaimed about 5 square feet of floor space in the laundry room today. And over came an emotional block.

Two years ago I got it into my head that I would make beer. My mom and dad made beer a few times when I was a kid. I have their old bottle capper. You need a couple of big containers for fermenting, and my girlfriend's husband actually has the proper glass ones, called carboys. They're enormous glass bottles, basically. He lent them to me, I tucked them into the corner of the laundry room and... well, you know what happened.

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Today I dusted the bottles off and returned them.
Hooray!
I seriously have a lot of issues about expectations and 'the way things should be' wound up with my mom. She was very talented, creative and hard working. Aside from making beer, she made root beer, canned fruits and vegetables, sewed prolifically, knitted and crocheted, put on fantastic dinners, wall-papered, painted, gardened, and just on and on. And she was good at all of it. And she worked full time (teacher, two months off in the summer).
You know, I don't even like beer
that much. It feels good to own that.
We had dinner at my brother and sil's home yesterday and we figured out that it's my turn to host Thanksgiving dinner. Yay! I love Thanksgiving!

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Our house is a bit of a mess.
That's an understatement. 
Dh and I stayed up late last night talking about how things got this way and what we think we can do about it. We've had this conversation many times before. But I've been in therapy and have been working
very hard. I think I've made quite a bit of progress, and it's finally paying off.
I know, returning a couple of objects to their owner and clearing up a corner of the laundry room doesn't sound like a big victory, per se. But it's huge to me.
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