For most of my life, little things have not seemed very significant. I still mostly believe that the only cure for my condition is to wake up in the morning as someone else. I'd like to wake up as Amelia Earhardt, if I get a vote on it. Please don't make me wake up as my mother. . . Well. . . I have already woken up to worse. I still haven't recovered from the morning I looked in the mirror and said, "Hi Dad." Maybe waking up as my mother is not so bad, after all. Are women supposed to look that much like their fathers? Maybe if I just let that facial hair grow longer than my father ever wore his?
Anyhoo. . .
This morning finds me meditating anew on the value of appreciating the small, easily over-looked beauties of my life and the world around me.
I appreciate the depth of compassion nurtured during my long journey out of the cesspool I was born and raised in. I appreciate the cooling breeze blowing around me as I type.
Anybody have an appreciation of little things they want to share?
Well, here are a few cute image memes to help your Tuesday. I have to go in to have blood drawn, which will lead to the doctor yelling at me next week (or so I fear) b/c my iron is a little low. Yes, well, I have nasty GERD since 1978. Iron supplements are notorious for ripping up GI systems. Mine's already torn up, thanks. And, yes, I eat well, but I'm ... ahem... that "special age" for women....
With COVID-19, quarantine and civil unrest how are you doing? I feel like I am living in a scary film that just goes on and on, do you feel this way? I keep working on my coping and relaxation techniques but am ready for this movie to end. Are you working on a project or craft to distract your self? How are you coping? Wishing you safety, calmness and peace.