Here's a shot of the playhouse/shed in our backyard. Fall is my favourite season.
I had planned to write a good, long post all about how much this one thing has changed my life. (I write these posts the evening before posting date.)
But I'm too tired.
As a perfectionist, I was constantly berating myself for being so inadequate. Slowly. slowly, over many, many years, I have learned to speak to myself as I would speak to a friend--especially when I am hurting.
You can't stay organized--or indeed accomplish much of anything when you're putting yourself down and berating yourself.
So, this post will be short. I've been up since 4:30am and it's not even 6pm--and I'm more than ready for bed.
I'm going to be a friend to myself and just chill.