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Finished reading: A BODY ON THE BEACH a Gripping Welsh Crime Mystery Full of Twists by P F Ford 📚

4.5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🌗

For the genre (cosy mystery!), it’s a great read! Can’t help but like Norm. He reminds me of my favourite mentor, Carlos.

Finished reading: The Anxious Generation by Jonathan Haidt 📚

3/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Found the book repetitive and thought the focus on safety-ism valid but also wanted to retort back (to no one in particular) that it’s not that simple okkk. Agree with most of it and the recommendations are solid enough. I just think that majority of the onus needs to be on the design end of tech.

First bunch of chrysanthemums I’ve ever picked. Pictured here are Champagne and Baltica Salmon.

Approaching mid-century and still feel the sting of messages unacknowledged. Ahh to be human!

I almost bought a Light Phone / Punkt / some dumb phone today but thought I’d try a minimum spend approach first 🤷🏽‍♀️ Deleted a bunch of apps (looking at you Substack!) and installed Blank Spaces App to reduce visual clutter. I think it will work!

A new dinosaur: Philoseraptor – courtesy of A.

Noticing the tension between wanting something pretty vs just going for it, mess and all.

Dahlia cv Belle with her two toned petals. I was so happy to come home to her in bloom.

Days are getting shorter. The garden looks tired. Still! It’s trying for a last hurrah.

One more week and Term 3 will be over. Then it will be one more term, and prep will be done and dusted for my eldest. Where did the year go? Sheesh!

Big day today. Finished with therapy. (for now? forever?)

Towards the end she said:

You are a remarkable human being.

A few tears shed. Hard to believe and accept but I trust her so onwards I go.

It’s been a season of organising my digital library. So far I have liberated 🥳 and organised my ebooks and audiobooks. Massive relief! 🤓 Now to tackle visual type assets and/or photos 🫠

Last time I had a major nervous breakdown, I planted a mass of dahlias in the garden for the first time in my life.

All my angst and pent up energy went into digging and weeding and fretting.

There was a long wait until the first leaves started peeking from the earth.

Then… a bud, at last.

Some took three weeks to start opening.

It was amazing how the anticipation injected life back into me. As if it was a reminder that there’s more to see and it might be this day that I get to see it. Whatever it was.

Every morning that summer I got myself out of bed thanks to my garden.