A late night leads to a later weekend start and rain kissed ground surrounds me this campervan morning. A sky of two halves, one dense and grey and the other light and blue seem locked in a struggle for supremacy, to-ing and fro-ing and swirling above my head, the grey currently having the upper hand. A pair of crows sit in the ash almost shoulder to shoulder. The breeze heralds an unpredictability in the weather as well as a change in temperature, chasing away the mugginess that has been sitting in the air. Nothing planned for the weekend, so an opportunity to regroup after a hectic week, revisit some processes and check in with self. Reflecting on some particularly difficult domestics. As I write the light rain begins to fall, the oak swirling in the breeze means it’s little cover so a retreat inside may soon be called for. Wrestling with a number of decisions and options at the moment, so there is a sense of uncertainty around me, with a need to commit to a process that does not sit well with me. Sometimes I hate adulting, I can’t say I enjoyed teenagering that much either, but adulting really can suck at times. As Margaret Attwood wrote :
“ I believe that everyone else my age is an adult whereas I am merely in disguise.”
And lots of times I feel I am merely in disguise. Lovely days people.
“ It’s adult swim time and I’m diving in here at the shallow end.” Suzanne Finnamore.
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