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Saraband savouring the simple things

Daily: Reflect on 5 things for which I'm grateful. (read all 300 entries…)
Tuesday 25th February

Tuesday. Still tired but hopefully my mood is lifting :)

Today I am thankful for:

  • starting the day feeling less burdened and oppressed than yesterday
  • a busy, cheery day at work followed by a good group walk
  • birdsong as we walked into the fading light; bright, bright stars as I got home
  • making a difficult call to my lovely tenants to explain I am selling the flat. T is so nice; I have been so lucky to have them as my tenants
  • my Mum – on her birthday :)

(Not that I have anything to feel burdened and oppressed about – an indication in itself that things are out of balance)



Comments:

Eeyore

That picture feels like me. Poor Eeyore, trying so hard to cling to the beauty of his pretty tail bow, yet feeling like he cannot possibly ever get out from under his personal rain cloud, and it’s all just hopeless.

I keep hoping, day to day, that someday I won’t be an Eeyore anymore. I keep hoping something will change for me, helping me evolve into something a bit better. Somehow I just can’t stop hoping. Even when I really don’t have any real hope. It’s contradictory, but it’s the only reason I’m still here.

“It’s not much of a tail, but I’m sort of attached to it.”

I wonder why it never seemed strange to me that Eeyore, who is certainly a male character, has a fluffy pink bow? It somehow never seemed that out of place for him.

Saraband savouring the simple things

((((CB))))

I’d like to think there’s a difference between you and Eeyore (based on what you’ve written, not just because you have two legs and he has four…). I’ve always felt that Eeyore has no hope: in his opinion this is how life is; it’s how his life is supposed to be. You talk about “hope” and therein lies the difference: you’re open to the possibility that life might change one day. (Though I don’t think it’s a matter of evolving which suggests to me changing into something higher or better: You’re a marvellous person now; you don’t need to ‘evolve’; I’m guessing there are many aspects of yourself you wouldn’t want to lose.)

My heart jolted when I read these words: “Somehow I just can’t stop hoping. Even when I really don’t have any real hope. It’s contradictory, but it’s the only reason I’m still here.” I’m happy that you’re still here, Crunchy; I hope you will be here for a long time yet, and I hope one day that your hope is rewarded and the clouds will fall back to let the sunshine in more often.

:)

P.S. See what you mean about his pink bow. I’d never considered it. I think you’re right.

(((S)))

Reading your words this morning, my own heart jumped up into my eyes, and I broke out in tears. I haven’t really cried in a while. I used to cry all the time, but I got over it and eventually realized crying hurts far more than just not crying. But now, I couldn’t help myself. It feels so important to know that you noticed, and cared enough to mention what you noticed. Thank you.


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