For many years I have had a somewhat obsessive-compulsive/guilt-motivated relationship with the old “stop and smell the roses” cliché. When out walking, if I passed a fence overhung with roses, I simply had to stop to smell them because otherwise I felt I was not truly ‘embracing life’. The wisdom of the old adage was… Continue reading 9. Upon stopping to smell the roses
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5. One Week In
One week ago, we made the final trek out to our nieces’ foster carers’ house and brought them home. Since then, I have tried to write a couple of times, but I struggled to find the words that adequately summarised how I am feeling. So here goes. I knew in my head that this was… Continue reading 5. One Week In