I made this mosaic for Nita's adopted granddaughter, who's recently had her eighth birthday. Naturally I wasn't organised in time, so I'm sending the heart I just made for her baby sister, and this one, together as gifts as birthdays are special, and it's not the same if little sis gets a present too. Maybe... Continue Reading →
Beautifully written with great humour, but also gives us a very true message about self care and balance in life.
My favourite quote “Don’t want to run out of fucks to give. Neither do I want to end my life with ungiven fucks.”
I hope I don’t leave this planet with ungiven fucks either, but also don’t want to give them away undeservedly.
Balance needs to be found…but never lose a sense of humour!
Sundance sent this to me via text message late last night.
My initial reaction was a giggle, followed by an Amen.
But as I considered it further, I began to realize it’s an extremely important skill, this moderate fuck distribution.
I mean, really. This is key!
Fuck-giving is a double edged sword. Too much or not enough can kill you.
It is truly all about that sweet spot of fuck-giving.
Giving too many fucks or giving no fucks is not sustainable in the long term.
Giving too many can cause you to lose your damn mind worrying unnecessarily. I mean, who has that kind of time and energy? Giving too many fucks will wear you slap out, nothing should require that much of your attention.
Giving none pretty much means you’ve just shut down. That you’re probably abstaining from interacting with others. And while that may sound good on paper…
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