What do you mean it’s Saturday?
I’ve been really tired the last few days…so tired that I’ve given into the urge to nap. I just haven’t been able to make it through the day. The one day that I didn’t nap and wake up naturally (without the aid of the alarm), I was most unpleasant by evening.
Youngest daughter has been battling a cold or serious allergies. In this part of Central Texas, it’s hard to tell which and I don’t suppose it really matters what you call it. When you don’t feel good, you don’t feel good.
It’s possible that I am falling victim to the same malady. Or it’s possible that I have some sort of cyclical mood disorder that is causing the tiredness.
Once again, I don’t suppose it really matters what you call it…
Learning to listen to what my body and moods are telling me has been hard. I was raised to bravely soldier on through “twelve foot of snow”, injury, and illness. Naps were frowned upon and illness had to be serious if you were to stay home from school. I once went to school for two days with a broken arm until my Mom decided that maybe something really was wrong. I’m not knocking my upbringing…they were who they were and did the best they could. I survived.
But, resting when I’m tired and letting go of expectations for those days is something I’m learning to do.
So, today feels like Friday and that’s okay, right? Some creativity took place and some decluttering got done.
Learning to take care of myself (without guilt) is part of the journey too.
Every day doesn’t have to be my best day yet. Some days can be just average or complete washouts in terms of things accomplished.
Not every action can be quantified. Sometimes no action can be the best course of action. These are hard lessons, but definitely worth learning.
Here’s Friday’s photo:(Posting these is a bit like posting a naked picture of myself. I did not anticipate that. Posting my art at all used to be difficult. I worked through that. Now, sharing the process is the hard part. The process is slow and not linear. There are do-overs and changing directions. Welcome to the way my brain works.)
- a pillowcase
- some tea-light candles
- an extra grass collection bag for the lawnmower
- a stuffed animal
Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...