The feeling was amazing indeed. The first night was the scariest but after that I found so much joy in each task I tried. I've surprised myself on more than one occasion, Yes I can do anything I set my mind to doing.
Lyn's a Witchy Woman I can’t say I’d be tempted to go camping on my own, so I think you’re very brave. It would have given you so much confidence knowing you succeeded. Afterwords you must have felt as if there was nothing you couldn’t do on your own.
With the cold temperatures we've been having this far, I suspect that person wouldn't be leaving their house.
I don't know about you, but I've spent a week with no other contact, I found it very enlightening because I discovered how capable I was of doing things myself. This was after my divorce and my ex telling me that I would never go camping or kayaking without him, I was too stupid to do it on my own. I felt like I had a point to prove to myself. Unlike Hanks in the movie, in the back of my head I knew I could reach out and someone would come but I didn't give in I persevered and made it. I burned dinner once, over-turned my kayak once and the tent fell done on me the first night but ultimately I really enjoyed the silence.
WE change and ageing is a kind of shock to the brain. I find it kind of interesting to age since no one ever told me what it would be like. I will be 80 before the month of January is over. Looking forward to January thaw if we get one.
My younger me definitely had a different list than today's list. The things like you that I wanted changed remind me today that I survived and I'm still surviving with less desire of changes and more gratitude.
I would never have guessed you're 80 years old reading your blog entries. You're definitely young at heart.
The fires are horrific. I agree the fires are definitely showing us how easily our lives can change. Man's illusion of being indestructible cannot surpass mother nature.
This photograph really appealed to my sense of the ridiculous. I too see faces in the most mundane objects.
This particular photo of a seemingly simple broken branch could be a clawed hand or an animal with its mouth full of some unfortunate prey.
I used to love lying on the grass staring up at the clouds. They’re forever changing and no sooner has a shape of some animal or object is discerned it morphs into something completely different. It makes me wonder why I don’t look up at the sky more often. Perhaps it’s because if I lay down in a field these days someone would likely think I’d had a heart attack and begin CPR!
There is a dead tree I pass each day and I always imagine it’s the statue of a headless St Venus de Milo! I suppose it must be the brain’s attempt to give sense to an object not immediately recognisable.
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