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Solar-Powered Life
Apr. 7th, 2004 05:00 pmIt's amazing the change that a sunny day can work on me. I've been achy and stressed and worried and upset and generally about as down as it's possible to be, lately. Nothing has been right, the world has generally been against me, and I've been starting to believe all the bad things I think about myself.
And then I woke up today and, for the first time in about a week, saw the sun. The sky is perfectly blue, it's warm enough to go out with just a light jacket, and the air feels good in my lungs. Suddenly, the world is a much nicer place. I can accomplish stuff, I can see the edges and borders of my problems, and I can even look at myself in the mirror and smile (though part of that may just be recognition of the absolute hotness that is my new tie-dyed tank top, especially when paired with a tight pair of hiphugger jeans and my topaz necklace. Yes, I know it's weather-inappropriate, but... sun!).
I've spent most of the day today plotting my garden, and I'm trying not to get impatient about actually starting to work in the incredibly-slowly-thawing ground outside. I've dug out my books, and I'm even trying to put the veggies in some sort of order this year, so the cucumbers don't choke the beans to death again. I've binged on flower seeds at Home Depot, so I can start getting some greenery in my life as early as possible, and I'm actually going to take my container garden vaguely seriously. Or so I tell myself - it'll probably wind up turning into a haphazard collection of pots full of begonias and violets and whatever else looks pretty before the end of the summer, but right now my mind is full of images of exquisitely arranged window-boxes with complementary arrangements.
Flowers. Garden. Sun. I am a happy girl.
And then I woke up today and, for the first time in about a week, saw the sun. The sky is perfectly blue, it's warm enough to go out with just a light jacket, and the air feels good in my lungs. Suddenly, the world is a much nicer place. I can accomplish stuff, I can see the edges and borders of my problems, and I can even look at myself in the mirror and smile (though part of that may just be recognition of the absolute hotness that is my new tie-dyed tank top, especially when paired with a tight pair of hiphugger jeans and my topaz necklace. Yes, I know it's weather-inappropriate, but... sun!).
I've spent most of the day today plotting my garden, and I'm trying not to get impatient about actually starting to work in the incredibly-slowly-thawing ground outside. I've dug out my books, and I'm even trying to put the veggies in some sort of order this year, so the cucumbers don't choke the beans to death again. I've binged on flower seeds at Home Depot, so I can start getting some greenery in my life as early as possible, and I'm actually going to take my container garden vaguely seriously. Or so I tell myself - it'll probably wind up turning into a haphazard collection of pots full of begonias and violets and whatever else looks pretty before the end of the summer, but right now my mind is full of images of exquisitely arranged window-boxes with complementary arrangements.
Flowers. Garden. Sun. I am a happy girl.
