Hello and welcome to my first actual “blog” entry on this site.
If you’re visiting this WordPress site for the first time and this is the first thing you’re reading, may I gently suggest you read my About page before you continue. If you are coming here from a link on a Twitter account, then you’ve probably already discovered my Poetry and so I’ll assume you already have some idea of who I am, what I am and how I am.
This being my first blog and all, I guess I should say thank you for having enough interest (or curiosity, or both) to venture to this page. I don’t know what you’ll find here from day to day. It’s going to be a bit of a surprise, for me as much as for you. Kind of like an adventure. And I’ll share it with you as I go. We’ll have an adventure together as the weeks, months and years progress! Oooh.. doesn’t that sound exciting? 😀
So today is the middle of July, coming up to my birthday (better known as “That Date Which Shall Not Be Mentioned”), it’s cold out, unseasonably so, and my roses are only just now starting to bloom. I’m feeling a bit down and frustrated about that, and about the fact that only half of my rambling garden bed has gotten weeded so far this summer, mainly because I’ve been feeling too headachy and icky to get out there and finish the job. I have mixed feelings about the weeds – some days I look out at them and think “at least there’s lots of things growing in my garden”, and then other days I think “if I get them pulled out it would look so neat after I put mulch down”. Such a struggle. *sigh*
Of course the ultimate goal for the gardens is to have no weeds and mulch around the permanent resident plants only. It might get that way by 2018… maybe. I won’t worry over it too much… I hope.
In other areas of the day, I did manage to clear my head enough to write a bit, so the latest editions to the poetry pages are “Storyteller”, “Skybird”, and “Lifetimes Together”, with thanks to @AshBaghet for his inspirational prompt that helped pen the final one.
And in the battle against depression today, I lost a bit of ground when I realized that it wasn’t Thursday but was in fact actually Friday only after 6pm when it was too late to do anything about the doctor’s appointment that I had at 1pm. The resultant self-recrimination and argument with my dear hubby (who in his own right had had a bad day after the mower broke down, which it took him nearly two hours to fix and caused him to loose two hours of groundskeeping work for his customers) over my lack of priority management led into a lovely row. Needless to say I felt like dirt and gave in to a wee bit of self-punishment. I recognize the weakness in giving in to the depression and feeding it and I know I don’t deserve to be treated that way, especially not by myself. I have allowed a good cry to clear my head and now am going to treat myself to game time on the pc after I finish this blog, along with a bowl of popcorn and then cuddle time with the cats before bed (hubby has since gone to be early so I get quiet time to myself). Every day there are ups and downs. Some days are better than others and I am hopeful that I’ll be able to get to a point when there will be more ‘better’ days. Keep fighting.
“Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.” – Thomas Edison