Morning in the City βοΈ The city speaks, I notice π
I've lost so many things this winter: two pairs of gloves, my favourite beanie, my bank card and even my eldest son's sports helmet (don't ask me how).
But here's the thing: almost everything was found and returned to me - except one glove. The card was quickly re-issued. Almost always, people carefully put aside a lost thing and it eventually came back to me through friends or relatives.π
This feeling of loss, when I was constantly scolding myself and my absent-mindedness and asking all my friends, "What's happening to me? I never lose anything and here I am..." π₯²
I think it's a kind of lesson I'm learning every day. Not to get attached to things or people, whatever...
It's a lot of words again, but I'm glad I have them.π
P.S. A photo of how and where I sometimes work and write my texts. Sometimes sitting on the floor, charging my phone, waiting for the doctor's visit for my son, with a cup of coffee in my hand π
Today I came across a video showing the handwriting of various famous writers. Fascinating video, I watched it a couple of times, sympathised with Sophia Tolstoy, who had to rewrite her husband's drafts π₯² (poor woman, she probably broke all her eyes π¬) and decided to handwrite a text for work (As if I have so much free time, it still has to be typed, completed and sent by email) π
What can I say, my writing has certainly got worse, my handwriting is not what it used to be, but it's an enjoyable exercise...β¨
Just yesterday my cheeks were burning with shame... Not for my children's actions as you might think, but for my own behaviour.
Literally a few sentences said at the wrong time and here I am again feeling this fire on my cheeks... Usually in moments like this I either want to defend myself and talk a lot and fast, or I lose the gift of speech for a while and try to understand the whole situation. Yesterday I was speechless...
Of course, later I tried to explain myself, my cheeks were burning at the thought of creating such an impression with my words, but I could hardly change anything, and since my intentions were not evil, I apologized and just tried to let the situation go.
I didn't seem to be able to explain anything, and it doesn't matter now...
...But my cheeks still burn with shame and offence when I remember all the words of that conversation.
Please bear with my photospam while the sun is out π soon it will be gone and I'll be back to posting once a day with a sarcastic caption π₯²
I wish I could write something like "choose your reality" but the reality is that it's wet and slippery outside and my sense of humour has been exhausted since this morning π€.
Just me... Coffee girlπ€ Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writerβΊοΈ
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