First, I took a felting class on Saturday and loved it,
but my by right hand hurt like the dickens on Sunday.
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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.