Mental Health Monday: I Try.

If you know me IRL (in real life), you are well aware that I give Casper a ride for his money in the pale department. While I often joke that when I'm 50 I'm going to look AMAZING while the rest of my sun worshipping friends will have faces like leather handbags, I do wish I didn't have only two choices when it comes to my skin (ghost white or lobster red). All of this gardening has forced me to find a decent hat to protect my delicate epidermis. I settled on a Tilley because I'm not trying to be stylish when I'm gardening, I just need a hat that will protect my skin. Please excuse the lack of makeup...my allergies are still making mascara out of the question.With a long weekend coming up, I decided that NOW is the time to do my mulch project. Also, I start working full-time on July 5th! Max and I headed over to Agram Garden Centre this morning, which was a complete nightmare. We left, with Max covered in mud and me with their business card tucked in my pocket. When we got home I gave Max a bath and called to order 2 cubic yards of mulch. That's a lot of mulch, and I find myself a little too excited about its delivery on Wednesday.When I am working in my garden, I feel at peace. My mind is clear. There are a few new additions to my garden - a Buddha statue in the meditating pose, and a bird statue (which as my friend Alana points out reminds us that small beings have a lot of power). I like them because they make me pause for a moment and breathe. Breathe.
I wonder sometimes if other people have to work as hard as I do at being happy. I know that part of my sadness is due to the stress of our overall situation with Max. It takes its toll on all of us. I look at my kids and soak up their joy - it is contagious and for that I am grateful.They are never more beautiful than when they smile. But a close second is when they sleep...with chips.