Long rainy gardening day with kind-hearted volunteers. Now: whiskey and the poodle. Ideas for a Solo weekend:
Back to myself. Yesterday: Woke up desperate. Ran 3 miles. Cut C’s hair. Biked 20+ miles. Made tortillas & ate tacos with friends.
Today: Planted Drying Beans, Tomatoes & Hot Peppers. Walked the long way through the cemeteries to the pizza place. Housekeeping: Kitchen, Unpack suitcases, Rabbits, Front room, Water plants, Recycling.
Later: Friends & beer in the backyard.
On hiatus. Time to be outside.
Teaching myself about the history of poverty in the USA.
Friends, what am I missing?
Turning the corner. Feeling more like myself. Planning the last push of seeding & transplanting that needs to happen in the greenhouse this week.
Have you ever worked so much that you made yourself sick? Maybe it was okay. You believe strongly in what you do, work long hours & know this will happen sometimes. Maybe it wasn’t. You think your work should reflect the world we’re building in content AND form. You blame yourself for not doing enough to advocate for yourself. You blame your employer/organization whose work culture pushes for more all the time with little regard for the humans doing the work. You don’t want to work in a place where you have to defend your boundaries all the time. I know that I am so lucky to be paid to do work that I care deeply about, but I can’t sustain this pace for long.
Day eight of feeling exhausted. Saved by J’s kindness & Donna Leon novels. Back to bed. The poodle warms my feet.
(Source: deaflogorrhea, via witchsauce)
Day five of feeling exhausted. On the back porch with a poodle, quilt, murder mystery & vase of ranunculuses. Watching robins hunt worms in our compost pile.
