
An overcast April morning on this 13th day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. It’s 4 ℃. Most of the snow is gone from the yard. It is 15.2°C in the greenhouse. I’m feeling a bit like puddling on the floor. I don’t. This is one of those pulling myself up by the bootstraps morning. I picture myself whooshing up from the floor, standing stall and ready to tackle the day.
I chased the mop quickly across the kitchen floor, and dusted a few very dusty surfaces. The soup is souping in the Instant Pot. Now I am flexing my fingers on the keyboard. It doesn’t always make me feel better to journal. Sometimes I feel worse. But I suppose it’s better than holding it all inside. And so I continue to write my morning pages, write a post here, do my daily teacup drawings for the #100dayproject and try for a photo for April Love 2025. I’ve been succeeding most days. I don’t aim for perfection. I aim for easy and simple.
It is the showing up that is the challenge. I’ve adopted Regina Brett’s motto for many years now. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. If I don’t show up for my life, who will?
