Sometimes it’s easiest to see what’s wrong: with a particular situation, or a day, or with the whole world. It takes more energy to find the good things. Not always, though. There are times when my natural propensity for looking at the negative flies right out the window. I am left, then, with a humble appreciation of my rich life, and all the blessings in it.
I’ve had a lovely weekend. Well-balanced. It was productive, but not in a crazy-making way, where I plan more projects than I could possibly ever finish. Busy, but not too busy. I put laundry on the line…but also sat on the shore, reading, for one entire afternoon. I tended the garden, but also wandered the fields to collect wildflowers. I went over my notes for a class I am planning, and put hanging wires on a dozen framed collages. Then, I spent the rest of the day in my studio in frivolous and playful pursuits. I cooked and cleaned, but also took time to relax.
I could list the things I didn’t accomplish; there are quite a few. But why? They’ll be there, waiting for me. Right now, I’d rather just relish the good things.
dried Rhododendron flowers make a nice bouquet
wildflowers make another
one almost-ripe tomato, two days before I harvested it for a wonderful BLT
a row of collages, ready for the Museum Week Art Show
Sounds like a good weekend 😊
My husband and I call that kind of day a fructiferous day. Well done! 👍
Yahoo. My heart is happy to hear that you had a balanced, good self-care weekend. Thanks for letting us know.
Sounds like a perfect weekend, Cindy.
I love those kinds of days where everything gets done in a relaxed manner. So productive, and yet peaceful. One of these days I’m going to spend an afternoon reading – sounds glorious! Plus, your framed artwork looks wonderful!