Self-Critical
I am feeling quite self-critical today. Just tried to write another journal entry and could not bear it. I don’t write formally or creatively very often, so I am not used to how much effort some subjects involve. It’s probably because I have not written about them before or much. I can only assume that it will get easier the more I do it. And maybe there are just some days when I am not in the mood! It’s so sunny today that I think I’d rather be outside in the warmth, gardening, creating with earth and water and plants and mulch, than in this cold, dim room in front of the computer.
I have made my choice!
jenndes
I can relate! I feel that way more days that not. Gardening tends to be my therapy and if I stray from it for too long I can feel the pain and tension. I’m in need! I will be hitting the dirt tomorrow :) We need to enjoy these blissful sunny autumn days while we can. Oh, why are we so hard on ourselves? Sometimes it can stop us from moving foward for fear of taking a wrong step. I struggle with that. I keep hoping that perhaps when I turn 40 the stuggle will magically go away. My mother tells me she’s quite happy with 56 – I don’t think I can wait that long! I need to go dig something :)
Erica Corr
I’ve just been out snipping and snail-baiting and have come in for lunch to find your lovely comment, jenndes. So great of you to share that. Thanks!
Yes, why are we so hard on ourselves? What did we do to deserve that? I feel better having been outside and done some work and play in the garden. It’s so exciting today, too, because a shade-house is going up along the side of the house for my ferns to live in. They haven’t had a proper home for a few years and today it’s going in. I feel joyous! That’s where my attention needs to be today, celebrating and involving myself in this, not immersed in my usual pursuits. I feel much better.
So off I go to do some more outside! Happy digging, jenndes!
mawaho
You made a good choice, Chinchin. I too have been in the garden today doing lots of weeding and enjoying the bird life. There was a father blackbird feeding a young one and I wondered where the mother was. Blackbirds in particular seem so vulnerable. A wattle bird flew down to attack the young one but the father blackbird and some willy wagtails chased it away and peace ensued.