k fed up

Mugshot Monday

Bought myself a couple of new mugs yesterday at the discount grocery store, which I now see are made for lefties who want to take pictures of themselves to post on the internet with the design visible to the viewer. I’m right-handed, which means I can gaze upon the zen stripy goodness in between sips. The cups cost $1.49 each, and have dark interiors. I’m partial to a dark inner glaze. 

This is the second-to-last day of summer at Chez Ferry, and I want to hang onto it at the same time I welcome the return to routine and uninterrupted work time, but I miss summer extending past Labor Day. The rollover into September is ingrained in my inner clockworks, signaling a deep shift into a time of focus and renewed effort towards goals. We’re two weeks early and I’m not fully awake and ready for the shift. I still have what I think of as Hammock Head, even though I maybe spent a total of ten minutes in the hammock this summer. 

What I did do a lot of this summer is create more chaos in my life instead of eliminate and organize. Some of the choices I’ve made mean I will be digging out from under the load for the next few months, and I’m trying to find just even a thread of joy in the digging so that I’m not filling my world with the vibration of resentment. 

My cup runneth over, or something.