The Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness is approaching. It also means that Shimelle is running her annual class, Learn Something New Everyday. Looking through my blog archives, it appears that I last participated in 2009, and even then, I'd held it over to complete in December. (Do take a peek, The Boy Child was adorable as a not quite-four-year old.)
During the weekend retreat there was chat about who might be taking part this year. My initial response had been, "No, not this year. I have enough outstanding/ongoing projects." But then life, as its wont, gave me a nudge, and I found myself making notes on Sunday evening about what I'd learned (learnt?) over the weekend. I'm recording my September lessons here on the blog, although I may yet transfer the journaling and accompanying photos to a Traveler's Notebook.
Me time isn't indulgent. A residential weekend crop isn't selfish. It enabled me to spend quality time with my oldest friend, reconnect with blog friends in person (Alison and Becky)
proved that. We all love the same hobby, yet no-one acted as though they needed to be the best
in the room. All were willing to share tools, stash, tips and experience. I loved that! Here's to uplifting and empowering women!
Good friends are worth keeping! Ain't that the truth. She and I are heading towards
our 28th year of friendship. I love her. She's the sister I chose for myself.
For The Boy Child, trust and familiarity are key.
His hair has only ever been cut by one hairdresser and now, after 8 years or more,
The Boy Child allows him to wash his hair pre-cut.
Never underestimate how nervous and anxious The Boy Child can become.
He may be in his third year of attending his school, but now he's in Year 6.
A year full of new experiences, expectations and the looming spectre
of another new school this time next year.