you forget that you ever had a blog.
I’ve been living in my aviators. They block the sunlight. They let me believe that in fact I do not have enough time.
The other day I finally got:
I have as much time as I have. And it’s as much time as I make it.
I’ve reorganized the kitchen and planted my garden with the most adorable and loving plants the Universe could create.
And then I realized…
(and thanks to g. too)
that I might indeed have enough time for a blog.
No promises. It’s hard enough keeping all the promises I’ve already made. (That’s my new game…keeping promises. Believing what I say.)
The question (as usual): How can I choose to interpret an–apparently–overbearing and demanding friendship so I am loving and peaceful?