• gifts of flowers
• being able to text for free now with my Sydney sister (Belle's got a new phone finally and international iMessaging is free, wheee)
• when the favorite wine of a terrible(ish) person turns out to be a terrible wine
• carrot-beet juice
• the view from Fort Funston
• the little collie that sometimes hangs out at the office I clean, and the way he nudges the back of my leg with his nose for attention
• going out with just the right people on just the right occasion
(This is one of my favorite pictures of this year; I sorta wish I had taken it on a better camera.)
A quiet restlessness and curiosity, a feeling like I am growing, or have been and now need a new skin. I need to change a few things up. I need to do something different. Something new or something again. Some things, differently, new and again.
I am pondering:
And I am listening carefully to myself so I can shrug off the things that I only should or could want. (A "real" job, muscle tone, to be more organized and ambitious with my online presence again, a more versatile wardrobe, etc.) The kind of discontent that comes from standards set by external sources is usually a consumerist urge. It is not the healthy, growing kind of itch and will not mature into contentment if I work to satisfy it (and working to satisfy it will not be satisfying) — it will just persist and maybe even grow larger. "Good enough for me" and a turning to focus on what is truly interesting and energy-giving is the antidote for that.