“Duhhhhst-ehhhd!” Thalia hobbles to a chair and lands like a paratrooper.
Nia scans D words in the dictionary. “Fits. The informal US definition of dusted is — beat up or kill someone.”
“Good thing…” Calliope puts her leg up on a chair, “we were built to take a lickin’… and keep on tickin’.”
Don’t wish it were easier.
Wish you were better.
~Jim Rohn
We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.
~Marie Curie
A note from LoveLetterist:
I'm being challenged to 'Enjoy the Storm'.
I actually have a t-shirt with that phrase...
created by my friend Jay Armstrong over at writeonfighton.com.
Yesterday was rough.
Not only did we make a trip to the vet, but also Henny whimpered, stood, and stared at the floor all da#n day.
Watching suffering that I cannot alleviate "dusts" my psyche.
In one of our walks in the dark, I tripped on something.
My foot is putting up a fuss.
A long time ago I posted a question from Jame's Clear's 3-2-1 newsletter where I can see it.
Maybe it will help you, too?
Basically...
When life is tossing you manure, what is the most helpful story you can tell yourself to put on your game face and keep going?
My story?
Madame Curie sums it up for me quite nicely...
Life is giving me the lessons I need to do whatever it is I'm meant to do.
Full stop.
Suck it up buttercup and keep going.
Today’s artwork seems to present the face of a dusted dog, its dusted owner nearby. Bummer for both. We are hardwired to provide love and care to our pets. Dogs are often referred to as (wo)man’s best friend. None of my dog buddies over the decades has been anything less.
A phrase from long ago Church attendance popped into my awareness: “May the Lord make his face to shine upon you.” (Sorry, King James. I tried to wear my best recall face.)
Whatever today’s outside weather here’s a wish for your inside “weather” to be just as supportive, meaningful, as you wish. 🙏🏽