I think of myself as work in progress, like dough rising to the occasion as time progresses. Some days I rise higher and faster and other times I’m a little slower, but I always show up and make my best effort. Today I am making bread. The dough is rising in the heat. I am wilting a little. Win some and lose some. That is how life is.
Today is the second day of my being FaceBook-less. I have deactivated. I am friendless. It is exhilarating the first day. It is so freeing not to have connections. Well 158 is not that many to most FaceBookers but it is alot to me. A woman is rich indeed if she has that many true friends. I am lucky that I do have a few good friends but I am no social butterfly. I am actually surprised that I have 158 people to add! Day two sans FaceBook is not so carefree. I have no notifications, no gossip, no photos, no news, no uppers or downers. I have no emails.
I have no friends and no emails. But….I do have a life. And so today to quiet my unease of this new situation, I restarted my quigong exercises, I sewed, I baked and I wrote. I am working on a life of quality, not quantity. Tomorrow I will do something new, something to break my pattern of being always in my comfort zone. I will dig for my passions. I will get to know myself. I will be my own best friend. I am a work in progress.
![Day 359 in a year of doing different. Morning is such a grand time of day with the morning light washing everything anew. I fall in love with life once more - the cat picture my nephew painted when he was 4 or 5, the orchid with dead blossoms reminding me the cycle of birth and death, the laughing Buddhas and Confucius telling me to be happy and practice some wisdom and then there's the colourful pot from the Caribbean. I put in a dollar for every written blog post. It sits long neglected. Maybe it's time I start feeding it again. Mornings are grand to sit, gaze and muse. I'm thinking of two wisdoms gained overnight. 1. We are here in the world to give to it. We cannot take anything with us when we leave, not even our own bodies. 2. I've worked too hard on letting go of [..] Maybe I need to look at them as valuable experiences, gifts in disguise. They help in my development, in the making of me.
#day359 #ayearofchange #mornings #reviewing #musing #wisdom #reframing #photochallenge #taleswithfriends](https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/20347174_334190350367237_1752264665842319360_n.jpg "Day 359 in a year of doing different. Morning is such a grand time of day with the morning light washing everything anew. I fall in love with life once more - the cat picture my nephew painted when he was 4 or 5, the orchid with dead blossoms reminding me the cycle of birth and death, the laughing Buddhas and Confucius telling me to be happy and practice some wisdom and then there's the colourful pot from the Caribbean. I put in a dollar for every written blog post. It sits long neglected. Maybe it's time I start feeding it again. Mornings are grand to sit, gaze and muse. I'm thinking of two wisdoms gained overnight. 1. We are here in the world to give to it. We cannot take anything with us when we leave, not even our own bodies. 2. I've worked too hard on letting go of [..] Maybe I need to look at them as valuable experiences, gifts in disguise. They help in my development, in the making of me.
#day359 #ayearofchange #mornings #reviewing #musing #wisdom #reframing #photochallenge #taleswithfriends")
