If I stop to dwell on this mission to blog I become overwhelmed with all the little issues. I try not to go back and reread. The temptation to edit is too great, even to fix the spelling and grammar changes the meaning of the moment. To not go back also leaves me wondering how often I repeat myself, how often I live in self doubt and display a life of chaos or judgement that is not mine to own. I know who some are, as SK would call them, constant readers. I am thrilled when I get a notification that there is a new follower or someone who liked a particular day’s ramblings. Mostly though, in spite of it’s potential to do so. this is not an ego booster. I use it like an antidepressant. I express my thoughts and feels, comment on the life I lead with it’s mundane moments and it’s great realizations and experiences. Today’s joys were in the simplicity of a good long call with my son, a request to take on an old client in a new capacity, reconciling an account long abandoned, a delicious leftover lunch, finding a specialty soap and a card on my desk from a new friend, having a friend to join me on a drive to Marysville and a pub dinner, a glass of wine with friends, and tears watching Archie on AGT.
It was 0 degrees centigrade when I awoke this morning. It will be 24-29 for the rest of the week. The seasons come strong and full in the Rocky Mountains. I enjoy all the seasons but don’t look forward to taking down the pool!! It attracts joy like my flowers attract bees.
triumphgal 