Getting to know Liz Weaver

Around Christmas I ran across a quote “Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful”. It spurred me into a cleaning frenzy. Cleaning doesn’t actually describe it. I have organized my storage, every tool every nail has been sorted and placed somewhere logical. I felt like Cinderella separating the lentils from the ashes as I went through numerous glass jars of mixed nails, washer, bolts etc. It was crazy, it took me over 10 hours but I got it done.

The on to the kitchen, why do I own three crock pots, two wok’s and two electric skillets? No longer, I now own one of each.

Then off to the office I went, old magazines that I’ll never read, gone. Anything sentimental that I wanted to keep has been put into a box to be scanned. The box is in clear sight, I will not hide it!

In my office, in the depths of the drawer on the right I found the most amazing things. Not the least of which were three cigars that I bought while in Germany, does anyone remember how long ago I was in Germany? I don’t and I was there. This building sure didn’t exist, yet at some point I felt the need to have those cigars in my desk. Better yet, who remembers how long it’s been since I actually smoked a cigar? I’m certain it would kill me now.

This brings me to the point of this blah blah blog.

Thanks to BreakPal and FB I’ve made a lot of new online friends, stay connected to “the gang” and reconnected with friend I grew up with. It’s been amazing but I do admit to being slightly guarded in my posts and tweets, torn between the grown up business owner and the eternal child whose bad judgment allowed her to smoke cigars.

So here’s a little insight to the scope of my personality. For those of you who know me in the real world it will come as no surprise. For those of you who only know the virtual me, well who knows what you’ll think.

Besides the cigars, best find is a toss up between a framed picture of a flower with a quote by Anais Nin that reads “and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” OR Chuck Norris vs. Mr. T joke book.

Enough said.

Liz Weaver