Monday
It is another gloomy Monday as I write this. It’s funny how one does what one is supposed to do if it involves someone else, but not always when it’s only for oneself. We need to remember to treat ourselves the way we would treat others.
The current term is ‘self-care’. My granddaughters (ages 8 and 11) have told me this. They say it is important, so for their birthdays a few weeks ago, I got them mani/pedis for when they come for a sleepover. I will have a mani/pedi at the same time. For the past year, I have been saying I need a pedicure, but somehow it hasn’t happened.
The same thing happens with our work. We sometimes prioritize other things or other people (important as they may be) over ourselves.
I’ve said before that I hate editing. I want to write, not edit. Editing feels like homework, and I wasn’t very good at it when I was at school.
Last Friday, in my business class, I was complaining that I want my book published, but the thought of doing the editing is stopping me from moving forward. One of my classmates said she likes editing and wants to read my book. She would do a four-hour editing session for me and send me the cost for those four hours. I think this will work out.
We need to ask for help when we need it and be gracious in receiving it.
I always get gardening advice, and one thing this cold spring has done is keep my Brugmansia (Angel’s Trumpet) in the garage. I hope to bring it out this week. If you want more info on this toxic flower, let me know.
Ciao for now.
