Impatience

My husband is getting ready for work, my son is asleep, and im jotting down ideas for Ashes of Oborio. The smell apple cinnamon oatmeal clings to our kitchen and I wish we had a working coffee pot. I know I'll have some when I get to my grandmothers. I have to stay with them or someone right now because I've had seizure activity.

All the stress from moving, the hurricane, and adjusting to a life with little freedrom is a bit frustrating.

During my morning meditation, my Ankylosing Spondilitis and my kidneys flared up in pain. I wanted give up until later. Block out the pain. Usually. when this happens, I start worrying about things. WillI be a good wife to Brock today? Will I be able to keep up with Caleb today? Will my book be liked by others? Will I write well?

Two things came to my attention

The first was an old proverb that says, "The flower doesn't dream of the bee. the flower blooms and the bee comes."

The second was the picture below. if I spend every day doing the best I can to be my authentic self then that's the best I could have done.

Sidenote

here's a recipe that is similar to one in my new novel Ashes of Obprio. Enjoy!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/prinsesstrta_17336