I’m feeling judged by what I write. That someone is watching and wagging their finger at every thought. Not good enough. Nope, not gonna cut it. No one cares.
And then I break through these barriers like a winner in Red Rover.
And I begin to trust my Archimedes ones that make me feel brilliant.
So I’m tending an untended garden. The way I figure it, it’s a one-section-at-a-time kind of gig. Like, if you remember at the year’s start when I organized and cleaned the house – drawer by drawer and room by room.
Today was spent filling the raised beds with topsoil, and tomorrow is weeding the area beside the duck’s pen. Just typing that to-do caused a reluctant tightening in my chest and an image of a finger flipping me off. Quite the lazy, tyrant I have in there, huh?
When I feel overwhelmed I need to ask for help. If instead of shutting down and giving up earlier this summer when the moles uprooted my seeds I should have recruited Dave’s help.
Oh well. So I’m a little behind this year. If I can draw anything from the last 40, there’ll likely be another.
I smell popcorn. During my bath, the scent of it overshadowed the lavender bath salts. I smiled knowing Dave had made the snack for Evelyn and the neighbor girl for their first sleepover. What a guy!
Anyway, I better get down there and join them. I hope you have a lovely weekend.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 