Lessons from my Garden #1
Life is short, but it's not as fleeting as my anxiety can make it feel. I have a tendency (and it used to be much worse) to beat myself up for tasks not completed/started, not keeping up with hands-on projects, letting hobbies fall behind, etc. I also feel that I need to be productive all the time, and things that still need doing around the house make me feel like I'm being lazy, even when I'm not. I think this is why I have always avoided picking up hobbies that I didn't think I could keep up with perfectly.
Yesterday I finally got to a couple chores that I had put off for a long time and was despairing of ever starting: pulling weeds from the fall lettuce and organizing our junk-filled shed. I just didn't think I would ever find the time or the energy to do them and that the lettuce and the shed would fall abandoned. But yesterday, by surprise, an occasion presented itself to dedicate the day to the yard, so I got to work and finished the weeds and did about 1/3 of the shed job.
The experience just reminded me that life, and things in life, are not as ready to fall apart as I may think sometimes.