It's amazing how writing out an experience is usually the catalyst for the shift. Yesterday and today....night and day difference. Pony got off the bus yesterday with a willing smile. I met her down at the bottom of the road at the mail box with a dog and puppy in tow. It was probably the puppy that made it all good in that moment. Puppies do that. Usually.
A couple of episodes of Little House on the Prarie and two avacado slathered rice cakes later (with plenty of horseraddish) and our little herd was right as rain. When we hunker down in the freshly vacuumed living room, just the four of us, and just be...well, everything that seemed so big doesn't seem so big any more. Like we might even be able to get a handle on it all. I live for that.
Today i have a pretty long to-do list (like any other day's list is short!). I COULD have put just two things on that list and had a lovely day....read and nap...but I'm looking forward to getting a few tasks behind me before Grafting Happiness starts:
Write a list of things to do before the wedding (the oldest, oldest wild pony is getting married on the 25th), do something on that list, write a list of the misc. articles of clothing the four of us still need to get to be decked out (black boots, orange heels, a new dress shirt for the man and possibly a gray dinner jacket, lace tights....), call the phone company, shop around for better internet speed, cancel the tv? (with fast internet and appletv, why pay for a bunch of channels we don't really even want?!? And we have the smallest package!) etc. etc.
Lots of phone time. A quick phone interview with a sweet gal from HILuxury Living Magazine for an article featuring my class at Idyllwild this summer made the phone time more fun. Me being interviewed for a luxury living magazine is, in my mind, the equivalent of having images of my workhorse-nothing-pretty-about-it-studio featured in a magazine full of decked out, show piece studios. Or, you know, being asked for fashion advice or writing a column on mindful eating. Does. Not. Compute.
Dang. The bag of chips is empty. Why is there an empty bag in the cupboard?