“The ideal of calm exists in a pile of towels.”
After all this time, it was hard to choose what to share so … I ended up with the Art of Folding Towels by Charlie.
So Warm.
Let’s fold these later.
Seriously.
That was exhausting.
Resting, here. #oldbear #hidave
Thank, gawd, some things never change.
No resolutions this year … although … I did promise that I would try to find more time to play artist.
I cleaned off my tile table, found a glue bottle that worked, and will admit to feeling fairly confident that something fantastic was about to happen.
Standing there … I got nuthin’ … nope, nuthin’ … still standing there, starring out into space … a few minutes go by … nothing, nothing, nothing … not gonna happen … not even if you think really, really hard squeezing your eyes together.
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It’s all good. There’s always laundry to do. 😉
I wish.
It fascinates me that humans wish for something and then spend the rest of the time killing the wish.
Some of my wishes had an imaginary expiration date and when they finally did show up – in one form or another – I may have missed or dismissed them entirely.
It might be as simple as being more mindful of what we’re wishing for and let it be just that until it gets here.
“I wish I were a rock,’ he said, and he became a rock.” ― William Steig
