|via a well traveled woman|
I note in myself that when life gets too full of things I can't resolve, I turn to an outrageously shallow pursuit: looking for clothes on line. There, I have admitted it. I think of an item - the perfect ballet flat, the perfect blazer, the perfect white shirt - and then I scour the web in search of it. It helps me forget about the daily grind. Something about the search is calming, in those quieter moments of family life; even if I find it, I rarely purchase. I just like the chase, the possibility. Well...most of the time ;-)
So - my conclusion is, as ever, that I think too much. I need to not over analyse whatever work I do, whether it's corporate, small business or otherwise. Everybody works, that is how the world spins and I need to remind myself that most mothers are juggling and fretting, wondering if choices made are right or not. The hardest part is: there is just no way of knowing. I notice that months, even years pass (it's my 39th birthday in a month - now, that crept up) and life persists with it's 'blink and you miss it' quality.
I am sure it will slow down one day...
I must learn that there is something about my happy place that requires things to be 'just so' - or at least nodding in the direction of 'just so'. I must instead get back to concentrating on the aspects of each day that ease the way. Like the perfect colour of summer. Or my daughter's sharpening and worldly wit (she is her father's child). Or that one of these days there will be a perfect hair day. Or mastering the lizard pose in my daily yoga practise. Or that some time...some day...this country will break into warm, dry weather again and there will be scenes like this.
|via pure beach boho|