I’m really starting to wonder if maybe it’s me. I seem to have fallen out with a friend, two estate agents, our conveyancing attorney, our immigration agent and our local bank manager. Most of them because they just don’t seem to do what they say they’re going to. Maybe it’s my tone? B suggested that whilst he absolutely agrees with the content of my oh so efficiently worded emails, he just wonders if maybe the quite short sentences which clearly signal my irritation, the clipped I would appreciate your response at your earliest convenience and my obvious exclusion of kind regards, is maybe not the way to go. He says it very gently because I know he can feel the menopausal embers just waiting for something to ignite them. Damn. Is it me? The thing is though, despite my slight, ahem, volatility I do struggle with people who don’t do what they say they’re going to do. Maybe my expectations are too high. But then really how can they be when I’m only expecting people to do what they say they’re going to do. And I know life intervenes and often despite our best intentions we can’t do the things we said we would. But then I just wish people would own that. Would say that. And wouldn’t try to duck and dive. And make excuses. And lay blame. And if they do that I promise I’ll work on my tone. I will. Or am I maybe expecting too much again?
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Today has been a beautiful gift, a gentle day, lovely bonding moments with Kate, a delicious catch up nap, an afternoon on the couch with a new book and especially a call from the sellers agent very keen to do what is necessary to resurrect our contract on the house. So not only am I grateful for a perfect day after the night before, but also for a husband who is always right.
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16 November. I am grateful for a distracting girls night out. A welcome distraction because B and I decided to walk away from the house purchase due to an impasse on various issues. So I am grateful for a fun end to a not fun day. For meeting new friends and getting to know old friends better. For sharing and for perspective. And for gratitude at being reminded once again how blessed I am.
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I am grateful for a morning steeped in creativity. I never realised quite how much I had missed discussions about concepts, lighting, the idea, cropping, how less is so often more or quite how much I had missed critiquing the work of others. Or how good I am at it. Critiquing others I mean. Not so sure I like being on the receiving end though.








