Worth It.

Today was pretty standard at PJP Buttonwood for a Wednesday in January.  And by standard, I mean fairly slow and fairly uninteresting.  Minus the record warmth AND concurrent winter storm warning, of course. I realized that I never actually made any goals for 2017, but perhaps the better fit is to make the list of things that annoy me or stress me about PJP and endeavor to fix them all over the course of the year.  When I said that to a friend, he texted back "so what's on that list?".  EXCELLENT QUESTION. I don't know the full list quite yet, but I did do several key things today that should have been done at least two years ago...like creating an opening and closing checklist.  Because you know who doesn't like to be annoyed by the trash not being taken out?  Me.  And you know who is getting jaded enough to freak out when the heat is left on 74 over the weekend?  Me.  And you know who just expects everyone to know that trash should be taken out and the thermostat lowered without actually saying it to anyone?  Me.

And making the list is a bit of a humbling entrepreneurial self-check.  Because when I think of all the things that make me stabby during the day, they are generally all things that are a direct result of things I haven't done or haven't figured out or been too lazy to consider fully.  Except for the price for 30 pounds of pecans, I suppose...I can't do anything about that (but I did briefly consider righteously indignant tweets to the pecan growers of America).  So there you go, my goal list for the year...figure out a bunch of stuff, get a bunch of stuff done, and stop being lazy about the stuff I don't want to do.  (Apparently, specificity isn't a goal this year.)  Oh, and keep my pecan pricing thoughts to myself (or at least off Twitter).

And that is all to say that I love PJP, even when the trash bins are full and I start sweating when I walk in the door early in the morning.  And here's why...

I was working on something this morning and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Jeanne had stored her favorite razor blade that she uses for everything on the refrigerator with a magnet.  Because OF COURSE SHE DID.  It made me laugh out loud because it was just a glimpse into how her mind works.  And if you are going to own your own business, laughing at a random razor blade on the  refrigerator door by your cleaning obsessed mother certainly makes it all worth it...