I picked flowers.
I ate salads.
I went to a concert with Daniel at the Fabrik. We saw and heart Scary Pockets. We danced and smiled and I felt great. We really had a lot of fun. I also met a woman I went to Grundschule with. That was a very pleasant surprise.
I thought a lot. And tried to let go.
I played the violin.
I built a very imperfect rose arch. It reminds me of Summer camps and makes me smile. I can’t wait to see the roses blooming on it.
I lay on my back and looked into the sky.
I rode my bicycle.
I gave a workshop together with a colleague at a Fachtag and had a good time.
I finished a nice book (Iglhaut).
I worried and felt shitty.
I was grateful for receiving help and support, both practically and emotionally.
I vacuumed the stairs.
I listened to the rain.
I did the meal planing and weekly grocery run.
I altered a dress to make it fit me.
I decided I very much dislike shaping swimwear.
I watched bees and birds. Sounds a bit nsfw, but was just exactly that.
I nearly felt asleep whilst reading Harry Potter to the kids. Haven’t done that (the falling asleep part, feeling my tongue getting slow and sluggish) in a very long time.
I went to return a borrowed trekking backpack and ended up chatting quite a bit with a beloved friend. Made me happy.
I ate a lot of strawberries and cherries, too.
I helped Linus study for a Sachkundetest.
I learned a new way of substraction.
I found a tiny self-sown tomato plant and potted it in it’s own pot. Fingers crossed!
I marveled at all the columbines in the garden.
I planed an Ausflug together with Anne for Saturday.
I planted seeds in the garden. The main obstacle was to find room for them.
I smelled the lilacs and the roses and other things. Some I would have rather not.
I realised the snails ate my sunflower seedlings. I didn’t really care.
I felt content and tired and frustrated and happy and loved.