It is Friday evening and we have a weekend of socialising coming up. I have to admit, although thankful to be invited, I am not feeling in the best mood for it.
Tomorrow night we have a 50th birthday party to go to out in the country, we are supposed to be taking a tent and staying the night but that is unlikely to happen. I have my Mother coming to stay with me for four days from Monday and if we take a tent to the party I will be quite likely to stay up most of the night, especially if there is a fire blazing to sit around. Which would not be conducive to feeling great Monday morning at 8am when Ma is arriving. Any form of over drinking and under sleeping takes me at least two days to get over now, I am getting old and have to pick my moments to play up.
We also have our book club meeting on Sunday evening. It is taking the form of a pot luck dinner this time as well as a movie viewing. I can’t guarantee that I will be in the best of spaces if I have been up too late, drinking wine the night before….
So here I am, already worrying about things that have not happened yet, and in the process, spoiling what is happening now. Ha, ha – caught myself!
Dinner is in progress and smells wonderful, the evening is golden and green. I have all I need now and more than enough. Life is good and I am thankful.
I read this lovely quote the other day when I was thinking about art and about how our perception of a work of art changes depending on what is happening within and without of ourselves.
“Life is a train of moods like a string of beads and as we pass through them
they prove to be many coloured lenses, which paint the world their own hue,
and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.” Ralph Waldo Emerson