I wonder..

if anyone is actually reading my little blog?
It doesn't really matter either way.
I love that there is a space to think.

Sometimes.

Sometimes it's okay to stay in bed til midday.
Sometimes it's good to get sick and eat 4 bowls of chicken soup.
Sometimes it's okay to find out that you're not invincible.
Sometimes it's better to call in sick, and actually be sick - not attempt to work from home.
I needed today.
I needed this cold.
For the first time, in a long time, I rested. Completely rested. Without stress.
I didn't let the messy kitchen or the fact that the vaccume cleaner was sprawled on the floor, bother me.
I stayed in bed. I watched dvds. I ate bowl after bowl of homemade soup.
I actually did nothing.
It was good.
Thank you God.

I spy

Harriet the Spy (1996)

When I was 9, all I wanted to be was a spy.
Harriet, she inspired me. My nanny (see I was just like her) even made me my own Spy business cards.
I would write down what I saw, and what I dreamt of and what the neighbours stored under their house.
I was adamant that my future was sorted, with spying and detective work. Now, I'm 22.
I'm a teacher and I probably teach children who have the same dreams I did. What did you dream of being when you were young? Vet? Doctor? CIA Agent? Or something else....?

sick :(

A day at home, eating dried apple and grapes. That's what I'm doing right now.
I have the dreaded cold that has been going around - it's horrible, but I am enjoying the rest.
My husband likes going into great detail about what the best combination of drugs/painkillers would be for my ailments. I just smile, knowing that i'll forget most of what he says. It's nice being looked after though.
I could definitely get used to all the cuddles and sympathy... :)
I think sometimes being sick is to remind you to slow down, have a break and just do nothing. Well, I guess I do nothing a lot, but I'm often pottering around attempting to do something!

God is with me and He is the great healer. It's comforting knowing that I'll be okay.

It just is.

I caught up with an old friend yesterday. Old, meaning that I've know her a long time, 9 years to be exact. Life and time and things got in the way over the last few years. But yesterday we caught up and it was wonderful. It's like time had stopped way back when everything was good, like we un-froze the space and we could just be, again. I missed it. I never knew how much I missed it until I was there again. Sometimes forgiveness isn't just for the person who is saying sorry, it's for you too. You get to let go. You get to throw away all the hurt and pain and move on. It's a beautiful day. Old jokes are easily remembered. Memories are revisited. God renews us. He also renews our relationships. It's a blessing. A gift. Why is it good to have her back?
It just is.

Oh, happy day.

Oh what a glorious day

blue skies 

laughter

sleeping in

fresh flowers

hope for tomorrow

letting go of my yesterdays

smiles

old friends

fond memories

'you'd look good in this'

thankfulness 

family

forgiveness

new beginnings

love.

A Poem

People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind,

people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful,

you will win some false friends and some true enemies;

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank,

people may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building,

someone could destroy overnight.

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness,

they may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today,

people will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have,

and it may never be enough;

Give the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis

it is between you and God;

it was never between you and them anyway.

By Mother Teresa. 

I found this poem online, here.