I’ve been overwhelmed with sadness. On a global scale, my small life is inconsequential, of course, but that doesn’t help me this minute.
I’ve been shaken to my core by petty betrayals, harsh words, misunderstandings, real and imagined. Also, I’ve had it with cold grey days. I’m bored and boring. I’m feeling my age. It brings me back to my belief (BLEAKNESS ALERT: I have a dark soul, descendant of windswept plains, isolated valleys, enigmatic artists and authors) … where was I, oh yes, we enter the world and leave it alone, we are each given a life, it is all we have or can hope to control.
So. It is Saturday morning, kind of a brighter grey outside. I’ve decided to give my wounded self a guilt free day or two to indulge in things that will set me straight. I take inspiration from my great grandmother, a young widow living in North Dakota with 3 children to support. She ran a hotel on her own. It has been said, that she scrubbed floors to chase away her sadness. There is much wisdom in this.
If you by chance are in a similar predicament, join me in this quest for happiness, let’s see if it works.
Go for a long walk with Barkley
Get some tulips
Take some photos
Paint a picture
Make garden plans – more roses, ornamental flowering trees, vines, sculptures
Get a message
Study the newly delivered Heirloom Modern, a lovely new decor book that is the beginning of a new style direction I think…
Take a break with a nice white wine, with salty chips
Get lost in a Scandinavian mystery
Be kind to people I encounter. In many ways we are not alone, we all share the same fate.