Thursday, 17 March 2016
Slowly establishing new, positive habits.
The raw, unbridled joy of a new notebook.
Beatrix running away with and hiding my tape measure. Socks. Pens. Hair ties.
Hiding her treats around the house in return.
It's become our favourite game.
She's so smart, she always finds them.
I've only just found the hair tie, hidden inside a shoe.
Rediscovering Antony and the Johnsons. Anohni's words give me light.
Not allowing myself to be like that hair tie, hidden away for too long.
Because hiding from the storm clouds means the sunshine would be nothing but a distant memory.