As in, the book "All Quiet on the Western Front"? Anyone? I remember we had to read it for VCE English. It was the first time I ever really got in to looking at the themes and the characters and discovered that if you explore a little further and delve a little deeper you can learn to like something you originally thought you didn't.
This particular post isn't going anywhere. I'm not looking for it to be deep or insightful. There's not anything I'm desperate to say. I'm not super happy and I'm not particularly depressed about anything. At the moment, I just am. I'm mellow and stable. And I think my plant is dying. Off topic, granted, but I just saw my peace lily, Andreas, and thought that he's not looking too well. I should probably water him and then open the curtains so he can have some light.
I have an orchid (no flowers) whose name I can't remember. And I have a yucca now, too. My initial thought was to call it Bill but as that was my dad's name I'm not too sure about it. Only other options, really, are Harry and George. But the yucca spoke to me as a Bill. I'll have to ask my sister what she thinks about it.
There really is nothing to report. I think I just wanted to remind myself that this resource is here as and when I need it. At the moment I'm trying to be nicer to myself; to speak more kindly. It's a lot tougher than it sounds. I hope that by this time next year I'll no longer think of myself as not good enough or failing in certain aspects of my life. Actually, I had brunch with a friend on the weekend and I told her that I tend to base my feelings of adequacy and my judgement of my life success on my weight and marital status. When I've gained weight or I'm single I tend to think of myself as a lesser person. It's unhealthy and it has to stop. I just wonder where it came from.
