I felt I’d regressed at work today. I attended a budget meeting and Ronald was going on about something where he was obviously wrong, something in my area of competence, and I sat there and didn’t say anything. I’m disappointed in myself. Change isn’t easy. Sometimes I feel like giving up and staying the same. But I know that’s not what’s best for me. I know, hope, that tomorrow I’ll be motivated again. Another mentoring session required, I think.
Then, this evening, when I arrived home, I found Malleable’s ashes waiting for me on the doorstep, with a condolence card and some seeds embedded in a clay block, left there by the pet cremation people. I planted the clay block in the garden near the clothesline, where I will see the flowers when they bloom, and put a plaque that I bought the other day next to it.
The plaque reads, Tread softly. A treasured pet lies here.
Then I had a little cry.
Feeling a bit fragile today.