My creative juices have been lacking. I should be gluing and painting things, and I just don’t want to. I have projects in the works that need finishing, that I already know what I am going to do, but picking up the paint brush, going to Ace for the cup hooks, whatever, has been hard. I have done some personal knitting, and that is nice.
I did have a glorious time gardening today. Wonderful sunshine and fresh air. I have such a hippie crush on my composter, and it hasn’t even started making lovely dirt yet. My little kale plants are transplanted into a bigger, deeper pot. I hope the snails are discouraged from climbing all that way to eat the tasty, tasty leaves.
Laundry is done. Dishes are done. My house is generally functioning. But nothing amazing. I haven’t even finished the first coat on my fabulous teal stairway, let alone started the second coat.
And you know what? Oh well. It will all happen in good time. There are clean clothes to wear and dinner is on the table. Sometimes that’s all we can ask of ourselves. I forgive myself for not being the crazy amazing Wonder Woman of productivity.
What can you forgive yourself?
This is not me right now. But the image came from here.