I’m about to start a workout so I’m lying in bed to nap in preparation.
One of the highlights of my everyday routine are the smiley waves I receive and give at drop off — to / from kids and grown ups alike. It fills my cup and reminds me that life is good right now. A data point for this very moment as well as the inevitable blah ones.
Mind. I should probably do that myself and 🤫 because I have not walked anyone else’s mile, using anyone else’s shoes — except my own.
I feel like those who are critical at every turn should build their own thing instead? Walk a mile and all that?
Uncomfortable
It’s the second time I’ve watched a schism unfold in real time. It’s very consuming mentally and emotionally. Some have chosen paths opposite to mine and it makes me question myself, why am I not doing the same?
No definite answers so far but I believe in my heart of hearts that I’m not coming from a place of moral superiority. I don’t think I’m better than anyone because I’m most definitely not.
Difference in values and tolerances feels closer to the mark. Even if there were shared values, the relative importance — the rank — we give to these values seem to be causing so much conflict.
I’m so bothered. Uncertainty is so uncomfortable.
Beautiful day to be out at the back lakes. Just heard thunder though and Mr. Weather (my husband) is already thinking of heading back.
Small dahlia ’Irish D Porter’, big dahlia ’Winkie Cinnamon’.
Cosmos ‘Rubenza’ starts off cranberry red and softens to a dusty peach. I first heard of this variety from Arthur Parkinson – or maybe it was Sarah Raven? Can’t remember now but I’m so in love with it. It has an earthy feel to it that’s not as airy fairy as other cosmos cultivars.
I keep having these mild moments of panic that the patch is so patchy… and then I realise it’s still January. Good grief, Brian, settle down mate!
