After 29 years of marriage, how we get along
Sunday 22 February 2015
Brilliant blue skies with cloud later
9 degrees
Wake early and write. There is something blissful about having the whole day ahead of you, with no work obligations, and the freedom to express your thoughts. Writing is happiness, as is gardening. No one knows who I am when I write. No one tells me what to do in my garden. Leads me to wonder how much of our time do we spend, being who we actually are and doing what our hearts wish. As a child of the 50’s, I was raised to be polite and obedient, not to be pushy or aggressive, not to expect too much, not to talk back, not to be too visible. I dont remember ever being told what I should be, other than ‘good’. My mother was brought up on a mantra of ‘children should be seen and not heard’…
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