Busy head, no words
I’ve got this week off and am using it to get done the big writing piece I’m in the middle of. Well, that I’m meant to be in the middle of but am barely getting started on.
My head is full today with a mixture of big questions about life, mediocre household chores and futures yet to be written. It’s also one of those days when none of these thoughts are the golden kind, but the ones that dwell on the obstacles, turning them into impossibilities and then getting stuck there. My brain seems intent on beating itself up… and in the noise of the fray the words I need cower somewhere else refusing to come out and be written.
On Sunday I went home after work to celebrate Mothering Sunday with mum. The following morning, before returning, Daddy gave me a wee tour of his newly erected shed. In here everything has it’s rightful place, ordered, labelled and easy to find. The right tools for the right jobs. I guess that’s what I’m trying to do with my mind… but it takes time.
Dad is slightly enthusiastic about his Best 22″ Saw.
Oh my gosh, your dad is cute…even if he IS way more organized than I shall ever be.
Give your unorganized mind some grace and lovin…it can play with my unorganized mind anytime…and one day we’ll both go in your dad’s shed and change it all around when he’s not looking. : )
oh bless-he looks so happy!