It's sobering to realize you've been doing something totally backwards for the last fifteen years, but at the same time it's exhilarating to have things finally fall into place. After all this time, something clicked today and I raced through the last few financial statement spreadsheets in about two hours. That's right. I've been working on it for two months and did the last half of it in two hours.
I don't know why I made it so hard in past years. And to be honest, maybe I just got lucky this time. Maybe everything just happened to balance because I didn't make any big, dumb mistakes (or worse, little dumb mistakes) that took hours upon hours and days upon days to find and correct. But it seemed different today. It seemed as if I had invented a new system to make sure everything balanced, rather than just going the long way around and backing blindly into the actual balanced worksheets.
Sorry. I'm so elated over this that I don't know what I'm saying. I finished about three o'clock, just as the baseball game ended (coincidence? I think not) and, after double and triple checking a few random figures, faxed it all off to the Boss in Nevada. Then I sat down and iced my neck again, but no matter. It was done. For now. Until it starts coming back at me in bits and pieces, with little notes attached. "What's this?" "What does that mean?"
Did I mention that I got all this done while listening to the first baseball game of the spring training season on the radio? And with the birds chirping away in the garden just outside, it was a perfect spring day. Not bad for February (which is the longest month of the year, I don't care what anybody says).
So I've got a little buzz on. I don't care that I slipped (ha! plummeted is more like it) off my diet. I was actually thinking of writing about how badly I've fallen (nose-dived, don't you know), but pfah! I'm going to get up from the keyboard right now and eat a cookie. That's how worried I am about my diet, after the day I've had.
Mmmm......that was good. At this moment there's a hummingbird in the top of the birch tree, its red head and throat shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. It's not humming but squawking at me in a kind of high-itched whine, reminding me that I haven't refilled the hummingbird feeder in a long, long time. Too long. The nectar has probably fermented and I'll soon have teeny little birdies dropping out of the sky or flying into the sliding glass door (which they tend to do anyway, or nearly so). So there's a happy project for me.
How long do you suppose this mood will last? The Giants beat the Cubs today, by the way, on a home run in the ninth inning by a player who isn't even going to make the team. By the time the regular season starts, we won't even remember Angel Peņa. But he did a good thing today, because a loss, even in a meaningless practice game, would have brought just the tiniest sour note into the day, and I'm all about positive energy. Making the most of it while it lasts. So thanks, Angel.