I just reread yesterday’s tragic tirade and I’ve decided it would not really serve me or my readers to continue to describe the recent bad luck I’ve experienced. Suffice it to say, most things that I tried to accomplish in these last few days were either complete failures or extremely difficult. And yes, “fuck” was the word that most easily captured my mood.

But now, on a sunnier, Saturday morning I have decided to change my perspective to embrace gratitude. After all, I have so much to be grateful for. I’ve got three wonderful kids, a community of friends on both sides of the Atlantic, my health and a near-perfect husband. All the details and challenges, uncertainties and choices to be made will get done eventually. I know I am on the right path and I’m open to following it wherever it takes me.

So today Sophie and I walked on the beautiful trails, picked flowers and had a picnic in the garden. My laundry that had been soaked by unexpected rain yesterday, today is nearly dry on the lines. I think I will go to Fontaine Daniel this afternoon for another walk and to visit to the wonderful market there.

Tomorrow there is a large vide grenier (massive flea market in a field) that the boys are taking me to and after that I will return and successfully finish by onboarding course. I am manifesting a positive outcome. If there is time after that, I will try to wrestle the dead boxwood bushes out of my garden.

Onward and upward.