Give me an hour, and I will have your favorite cake baked and the kitchen smelling like heaven.
Give me an hour, and I will run six miles. Maybe five… it depends on how I’m feeling that day.
Give me an hour, and I will battle traffic into the city to meet you for lunch on a Tuesday.
Give me an hour and a few general preferences, and I will come up with just about every book you should be reading.
Give me an hour, and I will knock through a packed inbox of emails – unsubscribing to the junk and following up with the not junk.
Give me an hour, and I’ll write five-hundred words of just about anything you want.
I’m a girl who knows how to hustle, and I’m a girl who knows where to direct it. With a general set of parameters and a minute to give it a gander, I can roll up my sleeves and give it a shot. Maybe it will take a few tries (like my hollandaise sauce) and maybe I’ll catch on right away (like my bounce lettering), but I’ll make efforts. And then I’ll practice, because what the heck, right?
Give me an hour, and I’ll throw together a week’s worth of meal prep.
Give me an hour, and I’ll make decent headway on another knitting project.
Give me an hour, and I still might not have picked out what I’d most like to watch on Netflix. At which point, I will more than likely reach for a book.
Give me an hour, and my little lady and I can tire ourselves out in the yard playing catch.
I’m a girl who knows when to slow down. I’m a girl who knows what is important and what isn’t worth wasting too much time worrying about. Maybe you’ll need to convince me (like that time my boss told me “I’m here to make sure you take your vacation time.”) and maybe I’ll need to convince you (like that time I told the same boss “I’m leaving on time today.”), but I’ll make sure it all balances out in the end.
Give me an hour, and I’ll paint you an abstract watercolor.
Give me an hour, and I’ll fly through four journal entries.
Give me an hour, and I will read one-hundred pages of my latest ebook addiction.
I’m a girl who thrives in creativity. I live for my temporary lost in the clouds moments and I drag out their worth when I come back down by crafting them into tangible things. Maybe it will go well (like my pen sketches of mermaids) and maybe it won’t (like the hands of those same mermaids), but I like where my brain can take me.
Give me an hour, and I’ll show you exactly what I know how to do.