At the moment, most of my work efforts seem to be coming to nought, so today I sat and thought about my life. One of my realisations was my expectations. I threw a few toys and told my husband I had expectations for provision, significance, adventure, fun, fitting in. He smiled and bought me a watering can! What if these expectations can't be met?
So now if I review our situation - I'm trusting to find my 'Flower Shop' (for another post); we have everything we need; I might have to clean my own house, but so do millions of other people around the world; I'm looking to see what I can do in the small.
This reviewing was done after a good Americano in a nursery cum coffee shop, where I drooled over spring flowers and eclectic styling. I left in a far better frame of mind and was able to tick a few things off my list.
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