All that goes into keeping all these many balls in the air, not dropping them all over the place, can be exhausting. Also, I'm also still finding myself somewhat surprised, when I cross paths with a person(or have them in my life) that totally comes at life in a different way, a way I don't get at all. I've learned that a lot of us walking around in these fully grown bodies, look the part, but still don't really have much figured out. We are at a loss as to how to deal with each other, & each of us walks away scratching our heads, & wondering what planet the other person hails from.
So I am tempted to retreat.
I fantasize about dropping out. Living in a world of books. Of art, plants, & pre-approved people. But that's not how it works, I know. We need to bump up against people's hard edges every now & then to change & grow. I just like to inwardly have my little hobo knapsack packed in mind, & pretend I could go off into my own little utopia, if I wanted.
It somehow makes me feel better.
|This is a clay girl I made the other day: Little Knitty|
|Look at the size of this Dahlia!|
|Me with my 3 kiddos.|