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I don’t know about you, but for me Friday afternoon holds so much hope. The weekend seems full of potential. I dreamily plan all the things I’m going to accomplish in the next two days—all the projects I will finish. This weekend, I vow, I will not squander away daylight but be productive. And not just productive, I will be creative. I will DO!

Inevitably, I stay up too late on Friday night, sleep in on Saturday morning, and find myself lounging around in my PJs at 2:30 on Saturday afternoon pondering just where I put my resolve. I suffer from delusions of grandeur quite often, but never more so than on Friday afternoon.

Which, is probably why sometime on Sunday afternoon, after a rushed breakfast and heralding the family out the door and off to church, I find myself desperately attempting to redeem my weekend. A load or two of laundry here, a spruced up kitchen there. Haul out the vacuum. Dust a few surfaces. Hey, look, I can see the floor.

Tidied up but hardly perfect, I can’t help but notice how much around here can be classified as a WIP. Rooms half painted, carpets in DIRE need of steam cleaning, purchased drawer organizers lounging around waiting for me to decide just which drawer gets the honor. . . we aren’t going to chat about the “vintage” late 80’s wallpaper that screams at me every time I enter the kitchen. And laundry? Laundry is by definition a Work in Progress. There’s always more to be done. Always.

All of it is just waiting for me to find my resolve. But you know, and I know, these are not the projects I want to tackle. There’s a huge difference between being productive and being creative. No, what’s calling me is the collection of hand-made ceramic buttons I bought on etsy. And I hear my sewing machine singing to me from the upstairs, too! Clearly, I’m an addict in deep need of a fix.

On a Sunday afternoon, there is only one destination: a fabric store. There is redemption in a bolt of cheap cotton. And as I throw my newly purchased bargain barn fabric into the washer (see, see, I’m learning!) I discover where I left my resolve. It was in the laundry room all along.

This time, this time, I will finish what I start. I will. I will. Because like Friday afternoon, Sunday is full of promise.

A new week is coming. A new day is here. What are you finishing? What are you beginning? Where do you keep your resolve?