We took ourselves out of the house this Sunday. We took ourselves out of the four walls where the boxes and piles constantly remind we have tons to do and yet nothing to do whilst we wait around for obscure and frustrating pieces of administration to complete our house move.
We took ourselves out to fresh, cold, February air. To space. To green and fury things at Jimmy's Farm. To surround ourselves by things that run on far simpler fuels than own lives do, reminding us; none of it really matters. Not really. We're fine.
Euna sat merrily in the trike and we span her around the pens of goats, sheep, pigs and chickens. She kicked her feet and beamed. Here's the stuff that matters. She's becoming so interactive with the world now and it's getting more and more rewarding to show it to her. She feeds back in smiles, babbled sounds and pointing. Her speech is developing and it warrants hours of O-VER PRO-NOOOOOUNC-ING words with big rubbery lip movements in her face. She humours me with smiles then tries to gouge out eyes with her newly acquired pincer grip capabilities.
Space, air and fury things were just the medicine. That and the opportunity to get creative with the camera for an afternoon. Creativity is my first rate stress remover. Making something. I'm lucky to have an outlet.
Address stress dynamically. Don't let it take over. Keep it all in perspective, because you might be missing something...