The pity of it was I gave up believing when I was about 15. Life had handed me enough smacks, I thought this is not for me, I don’t get any comfort from it.
In a way I was right because the smacks just kept on coming until I started to see some light at the end of the tunnel in the early 80s, and l started to learn how to handle things. Took a long time and I am still learning, but one day it will all fit together.
It’s a bit like the unfinished jigsaw under the spare bed, every now and again I take it out and fit in a few more pieces, and then pop it back again.
Well, today I am full of inspiration, which has been building up for a few days now.
This, in particular, has come from the ‘Garden Crew’ arriving for the third time yesterday and the garden is transformed... and still more to go.
I can now cope with the bits I want to do without letting it all overwhelm me.
I have always found it hard to ask for help in any sort of way, but having discussed the whole situation with Mr D we decided to go ahead and ask them.
I think the good thing is they seem to understand what I am looking for, and are happy to help, suggest and advise in a way that does not take over.
Having said all that, and given the dreadful state of the world with this vile virus, I have to say I am generally at peace with myself and the world.
To top off my mood this morning I got two new sun dresses when we went into Polis today, so feeling rather blessed with everything. Long may it continue.
Thank you for reading, see you all soon.
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