Sweet nurturing

There have been many times in my life when I've felt like giving up, but being the queen of stubborness, I refuse to do it. Once I've made a commitment to something, I usually do it. That's not a wonderful virtue, it's just plain mule stubborness. I'm changing that because today, even though I have work to do, I'm not doing it. I'm really tired, so today I'm looking after Rhonda Jean.

I guess the two weeks with my sister here and some extra work I've been doing have taken their toll. I came home from a work meeting at 6.30pm yesterday and I felt as if the life force had been drained out of me. I don't feel any better this morning after a good night's sleep. I feel like falling down in a heap. I need rest. I don't need more sleep, I just need to rest and not do anything. My mind needs a break. Today I will do nothing.

I intend to make breakfast, look around the garden then sit on the front verandah and either read or stitch. I have my second curtain to do and I don't see that as work - it's pure pleasure. All thoughts of what we're having for dinner, ironing, gardening or cleaning, are all being thrown out the door today. Today I will clear my mind, gather my strength, rest and be mindful of the sweet nurturing I'm laying on myself.

This is what I was going to do. Mend a skirt and a little cardigan that has come away from the edging. They're sitting in my sewing room silently awaiting their repairs.

And I was going to sort through this basket of fabric that Tricia brought with her. There is a lot of good fabric in here that will go towards two quilts I want to make for the guest rooms. It won't run away. I'll do it next week. : )