Ever have one of those ‘foggy’ days, when thoughts are fleeting and lost?
Yesterday I was in a foggy daze.
I got lost.
I got found.
I messed up every time I turned around.
It’s not me. That’s not who I am.
Who is it then?
Shaking off the fog, I was watching myself as if I was someone else.
I had to laugh at myself to keep from a dark and sinister condemnation.
What is worse then tearing your own self down?
My big challenge: to speak to myself, about myself, in caring and supportive tones.
That’s not easy.
But…..(don’t you just cringe at the but?)
BUT! I am sharp, well thought out, decisive, articulate, funny, resourceful, practical, forgiving, and kind. I am confident, capable, well able to get from point A to point B without getting lost. I see detail, and have a great memory. I don’t fail, I learn. I can do this, even when it’s foggy.
Do you ever have to stop internal dialogue? How do you turn it around?
image from Pinterest.
If there is nothing else to be grateful for, I’m grateful that it isn’t Monday.
We are always very careful about running loud machinery around the beehives. Bees are sensitive to loud vibrating sounds, light in their dark hives, scents that they don’t know, and any other thing a female group could be sensitive. Just saying, this is a whole lot of girls to keep happy.
Imagine the surprise at opening a log with a chainsaw, and not being immediately attacked? What?
The friendliest bees in S. Texas are were in a log, and now they are getting comfy in a box with all their brood, bees, queen, and some sugar for being so sweet.
What amazing creatures.
I’m so grateful for this experience. Even when it doesn’t go so well, or when we get together with some Kranky gals, I’m still amazed by how they work, what they do, how they produce, and how sweet they can be when I least deserve it.
Have I been stung, you bet. Did I deserve it? Mostly, but sometimes these gals are just horrid, and it takes some management to get the disposition of the hive to turn. Yep, it’s a Regicide. The queen is a gonner if the hive gets mean, because she is the driver.
Do I understand, Nope? I’m just working the best that I can.
This is a photo I took a few weeks ago when we were feeding. She smelled the sugar on my hands and stopped by to see what was left. No stings, no fuss, just a drop in to see what was up.
I really like my bees. Isn’t she beautiful?
I’m also very grateful that most of my encounters with bees have been quite pleasant. They are amazing little creatures.
The Yaupon is blooming. It’s the start of the nectar flow. Yaupon is in the Holly family, but the leaves aren’t sharp, it’s a friendlier holly. The Yaupon honey is really good. With good weather, we should get our first honey harvest in about a month.
All my pictures from 3/18/17.
I don’t like this Springing Forward silliness.
So how shall I console myself? I will cook.
After a rainy Sunday of tax return preparation, rain, laundry, and Springing Forward…..I’m cooking.
Steak, a really nice ribeye.
But. I might need a little sweet. So I made cupcakes with Salted Carmel butter cream frosting.
Nothing brings out the warrior in me like seeing my family hurt. It doesn’t matter if it is a splinter or an automatic weapon, nobody messes with my boys. Not my sons, not my husband. They are mine, and I am theirs.
So when a harridan bared her fangs against my husband…..you got it, Warrior Wendy emerged from the ashes to bring down a fiery wrath upon the offender.
When my very big, handsome, strong, loving, capable, generous, amazing man gets upset….I’m transformed into a warrior. He is too much a gentleman to strike back against a female, it’s a good thing I’m no gentleman.
Just cause you are a woman, your behavior will label you. If you hurt my boys, my man, you will pay. I will be on guard against you. I have his back, because I am a good woman, and I stand with my men, my family.
Happy Woman’s day to all you great Women out there. Who love, protect, defend, nurture, work, provide, and enjoy your families.
Lunch meeting cancelled.
The silence is deafening.
Lot’s of invites out in the email, lot’s of messages in the voicemail.
Who will respond first?
Twiddling my thumbs….do people do that anymore, or is it just me?