Oh dear, how I lack consistency. I know, I know. It’s hard though – I go around reading people’s blogs that are so focused and interesting! And here I am, blabbing about who even knows what.
Anyway, here’s a bit of amalgamation for you. Gratefulness AND Gardening! 😀
Here are two awesome things I am grateful for today:
A) This bad boy, who exploded into life after the week of rain we had. (Not to mention the four new ones that have since appeared!)
B) My exciting package that arrived in the mail today.
Yep, that’s right – seeeeeeedddssss! I’m still not sure I understand this process properly, but I’m pretty sure these are wintery vegetables. As soon as I get some time and energy I’ll dig some more holes in my front lawn. Yooohooo!
The best bit is they’ve sent me what seems like a trillion of each seed. So if I kill a few in the process, no harm done, right? (Don’t listen Chloe, I’m joking. Mostly.)
C) I’m grateful for new beginnings. There’s nothing quite like giving it all you’ve got – and falling flat on your face. I mean, that’s sucky. Majorly sucky. I still don’t quite believe that you can’t fix things you’ve mucked up. I mean, I really, honestly, mostly, almost 100% believe that no mistakes are unfixable. You just have to have the guts to pick it all up and go again. Maybe more slowly this time. My mum once gave me some advice that I didn’t quite understand at the time- not seeing just how well she sees me.
“Hasten slowly, Sarah,” she told me. This is only becoming more and more applicable to my life I think. But that doesn’t mean that working for something and not giving up isn’t worth it – I think it’s worth every bit of energy you have. If you want something, go get it. That’s what I say. If you miss out the first time, don’t dwell on it. Find a new beginning.
Finally some wise words to part with;
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master; If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings — nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds worth of distance run — Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!
– Rudyard Kipling
Gute Nacht, und hab euch sehr lieb! xo