I'm exhausted.
The good kind of exhausted; when body and mind have been working hard and the end result is a great feeling of accomplishment. Yeah, it feels good.
My man and I spent the entire afternoon planting 15, 3 gallon hostas and a gorgeous Ben Otaki Japanese Maple. I'm finally making this house a home for my family. Gardening is my stress relief, my time to get lost in the dirt and in my head. Coming out on the other side of my afternoon of self inflicted therapy, my body is spent and my mind is clear. I am content and at peace.
I used to think of contentment as a bad word. I viewed being content as failure; settling in life instead of living life to the fullest. Even at my advanced age
I'm still learning just how wrong I can be at times. I haven't failed. And I am just beginning to live life again. Contentment is the peace that I feel being where I am.
The past year and a half is now jokingly referred to as the lost year. I'm shocked and disappointed in myself for some of the decisions I made. I'm amazed at the strength I discovered within myself to pull myself through a terribly black depression and to come out the other side a better woman. A woman I am proud to be.
Tomorrow more gardening. I need to buy some topsoil and mulch to finish off what was accomplished today. I think this city is build upon rock and clay. It is not fun to dig through.
My son caught a frog out in the yard. It is now his "outside" pet frog, since he already has an inside pet frog. So now he is on a mission to catch crickets and katydids to feed to his new frog friend....poor katydids
The good kind of exhausted; when body and mind have been working hard and the end result is a great feeling of accomplishment. Yeah, it feels good.
My man and I spent the entire afternoon planting 15, 3 gallon hostas and a gorgeous Ben Otaki Japanese Maple. I'm finally making this house a home for my family. Gardening is my stress relief, my time to get lost in the dirt and in my head. Coming out on the other side of my afternoon of self inflicted therapy, my body is spent and my mind is clear. I am content and at peace.
I used to think of contentment as a bad word. I viewed being content as failure; settling in life instead of living life to the fullest. Even at my advanced age
I'm still learning just how wrong I can be at times. I haven't failed. And I am just beginning to live life again. Contentment is the peace that I feel being where I am.
The past year and a half is now jokingly referred to as the lost year. I'm shocked and disappointed in myself for some of the decisions I made. I'm amazed at the strength I discovered within myself to pull myself through a terribly black depression and to come out the other side a better woman. A woman I am proud to be.
Tomorrow more gardening. I need to buy some topsoil and mulch to finish off what was accomplished today. I think this city is build upon rock and clay. It is not fun to dig through.
My son caught a frog out in the yard. It is now his "outside" pet frog, since he already has an inside pet frog. So now he is on a mission to catch crickets and katydids to feed to his new frog friend....poor katydids
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