First, I took a felting class on Saturday and loved it,
but my by right hand hurt like the dickens on Sunday.
the Scaredy Cat on the far left is the sample and the cat in the middle is mine |
but my by right hand hurt like the dickens on Sunday.
I thought about all the crafts that I can't do right now, but then I asked myself, "do you really have to be making something all the time?
The second occurrence was something my daughter wrote - "I can be really hard on myself about being lazy and doing nothing on a weekend. I have a history of trying to cram a ton of activities into 2 days which usually leaves me no time for rest and relaxation".
I felt a little guilty because KC said she learned her "always on the go" lifestyle from me.
The second occurrence was something my daughter wrote - "I can be really hard on myself about being lazy and doing nothing on a weekend. I have a history of trying to cram a ton of activities into 2 days which usually leaves me no time for rest and relaxation".
I felt a little guilty because KC said she learned her "always on the go" lifestyle from me.
As I was taking pictures yesterday for an Instagram post, I looked out at my garden and asked myself why I rarely ever just kick back and relax on the chaise.
and coming up with projects
like the new latitude/longitude sign I convinced Steve to make for the entry.
Yesterday I posted this picture of my garden on Instagram
with this comment.
We took Lulu to the park
and slowly walked along the dunes to Soter Point.
After lunch, I made peanut butter cookies and headed out to the garden to read.
I looked around the garden feeling restless although I had vowed to sit and relax, - I really am a "doer" and I needed to do something.
I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures
and then I decided to set the table for dinner -
it's still warm enough to be eating outdoors each night.
As I stood back to look at the table, I noticed that I was in the garden and I was relaxed despite the fact that I was busy.
When I began writing my post last night, I gave it the title of "Permission To Simply Be", but as my day developed, I accepted that, like Popeye, "I am what I am".
Instead, I am giving myself permission to simply be ME.