the unglamorous middle

I'm the person with at least five books on the nightstand and one on audio in the queue. What I pick up depends entirely on my mood (and what I'm needing) — and it only takes reading a few sentences back to catch the thread, or rewinding a minute to find where the author was headed.

Audio — Olive Ann Burns, Cold Sassy Tree

Book 1 — Terry Tempest Williams, The Glorians

Books 2 & 3 — Martha Wells, Network Effect & System Collapse

Book 4 — Mary Oliver, Devotions

We just moved into a new home. Part 2.

The pictures are hung (that was Part 1, in case you missed it) — except in my office. 

My office is always the last space to get my full attention. I'll fuss over every other room in the house and leave my own for last. 

Humph. Ain't that some metaphor for the coach — LOL.

So I made a commitment to my hairdresser (you heard that right) to pull it together. I have four weeks.

I've got to bounce... need to go look at a rug.

I'm always working on my own shit, and relationships/situations provide the fodder. The other day I was thinking about a relationship that's been getting a lot better, and this dropped in: why didn't I just give them what they needed from the beginning? 

The honest answer — I hadn't yet given it to myself.

Now I'm wondering... what if giving through my resistance is itself a path to giving something to myself? Resistance has been a trail marker for me — this way — but I hadn't considered resistance to be the path itself.