Much Better

Today I felt better. Actually I felt quite good. Part of it, I think, stems from accepting that I simply will not get everything done I’ve been meaning to do before I leave for Europe, and that’s ok. Life is a work in progress and perhaps truly finalizing a laundry list of stuff before a departure makes it feel too much like an ending. It’s best to nourish the fluidity of things by leaving loose ends here and there. Besides, preparations paralyze me. I figured I’d focus on the big picture: take dog to boarding, try not to miss the flight, have travel documents. The rest… well, whatever!

I got to do at least one thing on my never-ending to-do list: I finally potted my money plants which I’d been propagating furiously in glasses all over my apartment. I thought that was a good thing to do. And it was sort of zen. The dog looked on, perplexed. But she seems to have gotten over the shock.

I also painted a big yellow painting. Tomorrow I don’t want to do much useful stuff at all as it’s my birthday! But I suppose I’ll get online and book a shuttle to the airport. Blah.

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