Of course I know this about me – and sometimes I just need to learn the lesson over and over and over (ad nauseam) to truly appreciate it. I love being busy. No, I don’t mean the frantic busy of dashing from appointment to meeting in a city like Toronto and working for 16 hours and eating nothing but takeout – I’ve been there and done that. I’m talking about the kind of busy where doing meaningful work fills my day. I want to achieve the little things. I feel good about myself after I’ve done what I set out to do, even if it’s something simple like planting a new strawberry bed.
Today was a good day in that way: bread baking and cleaning and gardening – walking Abby and writing another article for the newsletter.
It was also empowering to be contacted for another writing gig. The contact happens to be someone I truly enjoy working with, so that’s delightful.
And there it is – my day.
I’ve noticed of late (to change the topic) that more and more people seem to be drinking the “liberate us from lockdown” Kool-aid. I do nothing but shake my head. There are things I am powerless to change – like Trump’s madness or the ignorance of his followers.
I do, however, have the power to centre and focus my life. We have a gorgeous nuclear family here. And I am blessed.
