Daisy the Pug is sitting on/at my feet, which is where she is most of the time---or either on my lap. This little dog is a darling. Not since my shaggy dog as a child, Nugget, has there been a dog in my life who's been totally mine. And while her sister, Violet, is a sweetie as well---it's just not the same. Having a dog seek you out in the house, wait outside the bathroom door while you're in there, watch you cook, and be so dependent on your presence is wonderful. But the thing is, the dog has to pick you!Was reading Veronique Vienne's book The Art of Imperfection yesterday and found it so encouraging. The photographs are wonderful, but the things she writes in this book really speak to my heart. I feel overwhelmed all the time, and the past few months have been especially full, yet when a writer can get to the nitty-gritty and cause me to slow down and take a second look at my life, then I always sit back and relax.
This book does that very thing.
Must focus on a smaller scale. I take on more than necessary, look too far into the future, and seem to have a need to be aware of what's up ahead. Know what? I rarely do know what's coming at me. Sometimes wish I could crack open my head and spill out some of the contents. I don't know when I got off of the path, but need to work on some simplicity, I'm thinking. Note that the subtitle of the book is Simple Ways to Make Peace with Yourself. That's what I'm talkin' about.
