Bedtime picking. Sadly, this happens towards the end of most days. It’s as if my hands come alive and have a mind of their own. Wish I had more control 😢
Do disrupt the ‘normal’ routine – have breakfast in bed at night. To be fair, I do that every night. That’s my normal routine. If I were to change the status quo, I wouldn’t have cereal at bedtime.
The book was on my bedside table and I, very naughtily, without thinking, placed my bowl of cereal on it. Not something I normally do.
Still, it gave me something to snap and post.
All in the same room just before retiring to our beds.
Finishing up for the night as Flynn sleeps beside me.
I look in the mirror as my bedtime bath runs and I don’t like what I see, which is the scars from years of picking at my skin. I recently realised I don’t just physically pick at my skin, but I pick on myself mentally too- always putting myself down and calling myself names. I don’t do that to anyone else so why do it to that person in the mirror. Why do I despise her and her face in the way that I do and make her feel so inferior?
The quote following this paragraph describes how I feel about attempting to cover the scars and imperfections with make-up and clothes. I don’t find it fun and I don’t tend to bother with it (except for the concealer and powder) because I’m afraid of being exposed as a fraud when it all comes off.
“Beauty is about perception, not about make-up. I think the beginning of all beauty is knowing and liking oneself. You can’t put on make-up, or dress yourself, or do you hair with any sort of fun or joy if you’re doing it from a position of correction.” – Kevyn Aucoin
Time goes so fast, I could always leave the decorations up ready for this Christmas but the balloons have had it though.
Seeing these two on my bed reminded me how I always had to sleep with dozens of cuddly toys but what I really wanted was dogs and cats. And now look, I have these two, all these years later. How blessed I am!
“Take a leap of faith and begin this wondrous new year by believing. Believe in yourself. And believe that there is a loving Source – a Sower of Dreams – just waiting to be asked to help you make your dreams come true” – Sarah Ban Breathnach
Faith. It’s what will keep me blogging this year.
Just sat myself down after our evening walk and this little fella, Flynn was determined to stay awake. First he pulled off my sock and then frantically tugged at my tights, forcing me into a game of tug-o-war. Next he jumped on the sofa to get a better view of the room so he could find something else to get up to.
Five minutes later and Flynn fell asleep by my feet, ready for his bed. Gotta love him.
Quite surprised by the start of this new year, I almost didn’t have anything to post, which would have ruined my plan to start a new thing at the beginning of 2017 – to document each day with a photo.
As I was getting ready for bed, my husband said, ‘I brought up your phone and diary,’ and there it was on the bed. Perfect! Out came the ipod touch, I got for Christmas for instant photos and snap! so begins the start of a new year and new things.
Wondering what will unfold and what will be written in this diary of 2017, fills me with excitement and intrigue!