Housework. Anyhing from putting away coats to doing the dishes, etc

There are no lost causes, just struggles you don't face.

My mother. One of the best compliments I ever got is "You are NOTHING like her"♥️

My dad was like that, he was my safe person and would always celebrate my success, had wise advice and truly cared for my wellbeing. When I became a parent, many things from the way he taught me were passed on to my own kid. Then he died. That was ten years ago and I miss him everyday.

My mom was abusive all through me and my sibling's upbringing, she stills is, mind you but I am very low contact/ on the brink of no contact now. As a mother myself, I have done the exact opposite of what she did to me so my kid is treated with respect, compassion, genuinecuriosity about their interests, acceptance and grace. They will not know what not being loved or unwanted feels like.

Paraphrasing something I read somewhere "Do we open a book just to close it again?" That for me, it means that it is not merely for doing something that we exist, but to tell stories, to pass on knowledge, to keep rituals alive, to be a vessel for something beyond ourselves. The important part, same as books, is to tell stories. Everything sparks from there.

I caught myself in an old defense mechanism loop and was able to stop, breath, sit with the discomfort and own that motherfucking trauma response for what it is, then dismiss it and carry on with my day. So, like a very proud ten.

I'm still trying to get over the coconut guy story and then I read this.

We had a beach cabin that we would go to for two or three weeks during summer. There was no electricity but we had the best time spending time there.

I remember we would go swimming in the sea under the blistering sun, white hot sand that we had to run on as fast as we could to sit on the porch where my dad had assembled "the porch table" that it was nothing more than the wooden kitchen door that doubled as furniture because that is all we had. Then he would place a big majolica bowl filled with an expertly sliced cooled watermelon...oh man I am tearing up here: The sweet flavor of the ripe cool fruit against our parched salty tongues felt like heaven. The smell of sea and fruit and salt and sand.

Beautiful memories. I miss my dad so much.

I just had my first serious art show. Not solo, but still.

I can think of three options:

My crossbow. I am not a hunter but I thought it would be super cool to learn how to use one. SO got it as an anniversary gift for me.

My horse hair embroidery sculpture things... I am not sure what to call them yet, but I like unusual art and these fit the bill.

My succulent collection . I have many different kinds and love propagating them.

Ps. I don't know how to upload pics to lemmy. Everytime I try an error pops up.

I got a similar feeling when I started taking the supplements my body needed: Iron, magnesium, selenium. I thought: wow! Is this how normal people feel on a day to day basis? It made such a difference in my mood too.

My dad died this exact same way and while doctors kept saying he didn't suffer at all because it was so quick I just thought they were being reassuring since I guess that is what they are supossed to say.

Your comment helps me to make the burden of his passing a bit lighter. Thank you.