QUACK!

As I look back over the posts from the last few weeks I see reoccurring themes. If you read them and think, "Gee can't she write about anything else?" The answer is yes, yes I could. If I was writing for anyone else I probably would. But I'm not. I'm writing for me. And I'm going to write what I need to as often as I need to. Because it helps. And that is reason enough.

Tonight I sat on a concrete bench and watched the river pass by. There were birds, people, pets and the occasional skeeter. You wouldn't think a simple activity like that would be so soothing but it was. I sat and took it all in. Smelled the water, felt the breeze and thought. Watched the geese with their fuzzy goslings, getting huffy if anyone came too close. Listened to a few indignant duck quacks. For just awhile I immersed myself in the experience. And thought some more. Came up with a few thoughts on this day.

The good: a positive therapy appointment. Progress is being made.
Shared some good news and saw that who I shared it with was happy just because I was. Amazing.
The bad: feeling the pain of others. It is tough, especially when it just has to be.
The ugly: Guess what? There was none. Like I said progress is being made.

To get what I want I have to be more myself not less.  I'm not always sure what "more" looks like. But that's ok I'll figure it out. QUACK!