- I’m amazed by a lot of things, truly. like, comically almost. There are days I’m just stunned by the incredible luck I’ve had in my life.
My kids are freaking ridiculously cool.
Its been one of the real pleasures I’ve had this past year, spending all the time with them that I have.
(This is not to sugarcoat the exhaustion of having big kids home full time for ever and ever, hollah pandemica.)
2. I’m amazed that I can write and write and write, and highlight and its just all gone. and I just did that now, on purpose. It was just blather.
3. I’m amazed by how quickly my yard, and yours, has gone from simply sticklike, to lush, verdant- overwhelming in its pulse, and thrust.
4. I’m amazed by how much it means to me to have little conversations with friends.
5. I’m amazed that I live in a beach town and I rarely get myself to the water. This week was different.
6. I’m amazed that it took one smart person to make me realize the deep difference between respite and pleasure. And how I’ve been forgetting to get real pleasure, while my tools to relieve exhaustion, give myself respite care, have been wearing thin. Its the difference between maintenance. a bath to clean my body and give myself a hot 15 minutes alone? This is pleasurable, yes, and I dig it. I’ve got candles, and bath salts but its just maintenance, it is. And the reason they are wearing thin, is that I’ve got a significant deficit in pleasure. And, besides men, I don’t really know what my pleasures are, so it is a grave imbalance, my lovelies. so grave. (i’m laughing, kind of.)
But its not the same as joy. Its not the same as something which fills me with elation, makes me remember the light I have glowing inside of me. Are joy and pleasure the same? Related?
its been a year. we all know it. longer than a year, if truth be told.
The weather has turned, the yard is wild, and I’m pretty damn ready for some pleasure.
bring it, dogs.