Often I don't know what this list will be when I sit down to write it. Sometimes I have an idea, or a collection of things I want to put in, but not always. Not this week. This week I share what is present in this moment.
Preplanned or spontaneous, as always I hope this eclectic gathering of thoughts and things offer a bit of something worthy of your time. Please enjoy.
1.
The older I get the more I don't care that I have flaws. Don't get me wrong, I don't like them. They are awkward and embarrassing, and I do my best to hide them away although I am doubtful they are very well hidden. I just don't have the energy to fight them. Work with them, understand them, heal them, yes. Denying them or thinking I am a failure because I have them, nah. My time and energy is more importantly spent caring for and loving myself. I am not
saying I am perfect at accepting my flaws, just noticing how much less I judge myself for them.
2.
One of the most awkward of my flaws is being a bad speller. Just awful. No matter how hard I try, and I do, no matter how much I have studied, and I have, putting the right letters in the right order will never be one of my skills.
In the ranking of harmful flaws a person can have, I've come to realize this is not the worst. Some teachers I've had over the years I am sure would disagree. Oh, the shaming, hurtful comments and predictions of limited life accomplishments that have come my way.
This makes me feel better, and a bit vindicated:
I don’t say we needed it, for I don’t see any use in spelling a word right, and never did. He spells cow with a large K. Now, that is just as good as to spell it with a small one. It is better. It gives the imagination a broader field, a wider scope. It suggests to the mind a grand, vague impressive, new kind of a cow. Superb effects can be produced by variegated spelling.
– Mark Twain
I now know that I have "variegated spelling" and it makes me superbly happy!
3.
I ordered my 2023 schedule book. What?! 2023? I am an old school paper gal, so when an email came letting me know that pre-order is open for my favorite schedule book, and that the price will be going up in July I thought, why not?
I usually put off ordering and then spend the holidays hoping the new book gets to me before the New Year while I write post-it notes of upcoming appointments that will need to be transferred in when it finally arrives. It is risky. (Messy and disorganized too, other "flaws" of mine.) But, this year, this year I will be prepared!
Who knows, maybe I'll start my Christmas shopping next. All sarcasm aside, taking this small step to plan for the needs of my future self is a tiny, but important victory in self-care.
4.
I found this little treasure this week:
