It is a dreary, wet and gray day. I’ve spent a good part of the morning trying to capture a photo of a mockingbird out on the icy tree branches, to no avail.
However I did miscalculate my distance from the patio door and clipped my zoom lens and broke a bit of it off. That’s plastic for you.
I have another zoom lens, same size, so I went to my desk to check and see if maybe this was the one I’d already broken.
Noooo. Not that lucky.
Mishaps With My Camera:
Well, now I unfortunately have two with broken pieces. They still work of course. I just hate to break any part of something that costs so darned much money.
But when you take photos as much as I do, I suppose accidents are bound to happen.
The mockingbird will taunt me from the tree when I’m sitting here typing. I’ll jump up and rush over there and it’s already gone. Flown off to parts unknown.
And in between my jumping up to try to get a photo of the mockingbird, Charlie has to be let out due to taking his diuretic pill in the morning and evening.
So I’ll start a sentence, jump up, and come back trying to remember my train of thought.
Charlie’s tummy seems fine now. But he sure coughed a lot last night.
I broke down and gave him some of the hydrocodone syrup the vet had me get at the pharmacy to soothe his throat. I don’t like to give it to him because there are side effects of that as well. I’m trying to strike a balance here.
You wouldn’t think I’d be so busy. But with getting Ivy out of messes, letting him out, digging for Ivy’s spring toy with my yardstick, and feeding and dispensing medication, my day is pretty full.
Speaking of Ivy, I ran across this photo of her in the first days she was here. I think this one was taken October 4 if I’m not mistaken.
She looks so little!
Now these photos I’m about to show you were taken today. Look at the difference.
They’re a little blurry. Imagine trying to take a photo of a cat that is rarely still.
A book in the mail:
When I opened the door this morning there was a box from William Morrow Publishing.
The book I’m to review is: “13 Things Mentally Strong Women Do.” (If you’d like to purchase this book, click on the link and it will take you to Amazon.com.)
We’re mentally strong women, aren’t we? It will be interesting to read, and I’ll share what I learn with you.
“Amy reveals that healthy, mentally tough women don’t insist on perfection; they don’t compare themselves to other people; they don’t see vulnerability as a weakness; they don’t let self-doubt stop them from reaching their goals.
“Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing we’ll ever do.”– Brené Brown
We can always do better:
Here are the 13 things (which are 13 chapters) that mentally strong women don’t do:
- They don’t compare themselves to other people
- They don’t insist on perfection
- They don’t see vulnerability as a weakness
- They don’t let self-doubt stop them from achieving their goals
- They don’t overthink everything
- They don’t avoid tough challenges
- They don’t fear breaking the rules
- They don’t put others down to lift themselves up
- They don’t let others limit their potential
- They don’t blame themselves when something goes wrong
- They don’t stay silent
- They don’t feel bad about reinventing themselves
- They don’t downplay their success
Okay, how many of those statements describe you? The only one I don’t think I’m guilty of is putting others down to lift myself up.
And well, I don’t think I typically stay silent. Depends on the circumstances I suppose.
And also, I’ve always been known to downplay my success. Oh, and fear of breaking rules.
Case in point:
I win four journalism awards in college for one article and people are congratulating me.
…“Oh, it was nothing. Just luck, sheer luck, you know. Being in the right place at the right time.”
I can still hear myself. Why didn’t I just accept that success like a man would have? Why did I have to try to make it insignificant?
And I guess I’d better also own the “don’t blame themselves when something goes wrong” part while I’m at it.
Something goes wrong and it might not have a thing to do with me. But I’m falling all over myself apologizing for it. I don’t always get social cues, so I’ve spent my life just apologizing anyway. Figuring the percentages are pretty good that sometimes it really was my fault.
What I need to accept and stuff in my cap is that I’m just one of so many. I’m not capable of taking part in everything that goes wrong. I need to nonchalantly say “meh” and move on.
Just look at Ivy. She might just be the most confident cat on the planet. You gotta admire her moxie.
And I guess if I’m being totally truthful I need to own avoiding tough challenges. I go scurrying into the background like a mouse being chased by a cat when I doubt I’m capable of conquering whatever needs conquering.
Which is much of the time I guess…
You know what? I almost always doubt myself first, and think about it later.
Oh my, and overthinking everything! I will have to put a star on that one too I guess.
I overthink till you’d think my brain would burst from the effort.
Well, now I can see I have a lot of work to do. How about you?
“All those years she lived as a caterpillar are finally paying off
She emerged like a butterfly whose wings flutter to sprinkle gold”
Tomorrow I’m going to post about bringing a bit of color into a winter decorating refresh with zero cost.