Weird and wonderful. That's how I would describe these last few weeks between posts. The month of March and April so far have consisted of:
-Travel-taking in the cherry blossoms, seeing dear, dear friends, and rambling through cities and mountains.
-Moving- packing up life in Toronto, putting a down payment on a flower-mobile, moving in snow storms, and slowing unpacking into Hamilton life.
-Feeling lots of feelings- so peaceful and happy rolling with old buds, stressed racing against the clock to get everything done, anxious to get going outside but dear ol' mother (nature) reminding us in the end, she's the one in the drivers seat.
And so during the week I hoped to get my first seedlings in the ground (yes, somewhat unrealistically, but hey! flower farmer dreams), I'm stuck inside, trying to keep busy and productive. But I want what I want, which is to be working outside again.
I get into these antsy/anxious death spirals sometimes where when life puts me on hold, I tend to question everything and anything I am doing, thinking, planning. I've gotten a lot better managing this, but traces still remain.
I am not good being still. But I am good at continuing to plod along, checking off boxes, keeping busy.
Another day playing the patience game. I don't often win, but I can play along.