Somehow I scored another complete weekend away from the store! It was spent at the house in town packing up what is left over there. We’re just about done and the utilities are to be shut off sometime this week, including the internet so posts may be intermittent.I’m thinking some time away from the internet may be good for me. I spend waste too much time delving into other people’s lives and wishing that my own were more like their’s. Not that I’m unhappy with mine…I just tend to want everything now, now, now-I want the house to magically be put together and photo-worthy. I want to have all the non-essentials like decorations, artwork, linens, etc. in place. I want it to be perfect. I have a difficult time with the process: I forget that life should be about the journey, not the destination. Perhaps I can work on this whilst I’m away.
I’ve been enjoying the peacefulness of the house at the lake. I started writing in my journal again. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed recording my innermost thoughts & feelings, stuff that I don’t want to share in this particular forum. It has been brought to my attention that I bottle up my feelings and shut down when something is bothering me. And, then, they erupt in a hurtful, volcanic-like flow of hot tempered words {which, by the way, is not my intention-ever}. I had forgotten that journal writing may be the best outlet for those times when I need to let off some steam.
I hate to give the impression of unhappiness or that I am full of anxiety & frustration because I am not. It comes in spurts, which I’m positive is normal. I’m trying to be better at letting go and working out & toward what is is I’m needing.
So…anywho…back to the weekend update. I was trying to get some good shots of these lovely California strawberries on Saturday night when I had a slight mishap involving a water hose and Hop’s & Scotch’s water bowl. I gracefully twisted my ankle and fell backwards on the deck. My legs came right out from under me, Had it been someone else, I would have laughed hysterically {after I had made sure they were okay, of course}. Instead I laid on the deck with tears in my eyes still clutching my camera to my chest. Graceful bird, I am not. So my ankle is pretty sore and I am limping around.
I am happy to report the strawberries were not harmed in any way…and they made a lovely strawberry shortcake later that evening. Funny how an extra big portion helped an aching ankle.
Glad to hear you are ok Gina.