We said goodbye to our 10 years old mango tree, sadly no matter what we did it didn’t thrive, it was difficult and took almost two years to finally convinced myself to cut it down, it was time to let go. I tried something that 15-20 years old me would say “It’s not my thing, I wouldn’t do it”, I tried basic stitching, planted a morning glory and spinach that was given by one of my dear friends and stretched my luck by trying to grow zinnia dahlia and forget me not flowers. It’s a process and who knows what’s next, maybe the plants would thrive maybe they wouldn’t, who knows, who cares?.
Maybe still not your thing, Asti, but you did try.
I also said yes to a new member in our household, a cat, we named him Hiro. I brisk walked, jogged around the neighbourhood before the sun rises way too high, it reminded me so much of my grandfather from my mother’s side. When I had a sleepover at his place I remembered following him around walking daily before sunrise and realised how much my husband reflected the similar routine like he had. And now I got it why they prefer to do it before the sun rises. The air was much clearer, there weren't much noises just yet, if you got lucky there will be a gentle breeze that you deserve, you somehow got to witness the world slowly starting.
We’re bound to fluctuate, one day we thought we know ourselves already and so well but the very next day out of the blue another version of us unfold, wanted to be noticed, to be taken care of, to be embraced. One day at a time, we aren’t linear nor our progress and that’s normal.
All that I am, I accept, I let it flow. One day at a time.
