From time to time, I find myself suggesting to youngsters…older people too as it happens. Not to wish their lives away.
Peeps looking towards days off, holidays, brighter days. The thing is, forward isn’t guaranteed, is it?
I need to practice what I preach. Currently, Patch is outdoors, then indoors, and then he stands there not knowing which way to go.
It’s a third-world problem. An unusual heatwave in the UK and we’re beat.
Just now, I was wishing it was cooler. That we could have just one night of complete rest. How absurd! When millions across the globe would give anything to swap places with us.
I was lusting after autumn. But it will come in its own good time and it will be cold. Cold for a long time.
Clearly I need a word with myself. To remember the last words my mom said to me before she passed ‘ count your blessings,Love’.
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
Nice post. This hit home. We spend half our lives wishing for the next season, and the other half wishing the last one back. Your mom was right Joey “Count your blessings” is the best weather forecast going. Today might be hot, restless, and involve a slightly indecisive Patch, but it’s still one of those days we once looked forward to. Sure, autumn will come soon enough… and then we’ll all be moaning we can’t feel our toes.
Blessings counted, toes soon frozen that’s life, isn’t it? Xx
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P.S. Joey.. I am the bloody same x😂
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Your mother was absolutely right.
I’m the same, always waiting for the next chapter. I often forget to enjoy my life in the present. Then I look back and miss things. I want those moments to happen again. I know I’m living days I’ll miss, but I can’t help it.
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Hello. Take a breath. It’s mindfulness you need to study, maybe? Slow Living is a Thing now x
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