What a day yesterday turned out to be.
We had great plans.  We had done heaps the day before and had decided to do two hours each together working on the front.  Which happens to look like a jungle at the moment.  The sort of place where elephants go to die.
Anyway that was the plan.  The day had started out blue and clear.  We had a few things to do before we started outside and by that time it was very overcast.  In fact the rain told us maybe indoor activities were the go.  It was not raining so bad, but enough to make us feel venturing out was not such a good idea.
Good decision really.  Later on it really rained.  I have not seen rain like it before.  No wonder places flood in a hurry.  I emptied out the rain gauge at 110 mil.  I reckon we had 75 mil in 30 minutes.  I was on patrol around the place making sure water was not getting into the home.  It was not.
So what did we do?  We declared it a day off.  We watched tele and had a sleep.  Of course when we were asleep it was not raining.  But when we got up it was.  Go figure.  We watched a movie.  It was a bit of a tearjerker and I have determined that since the stroke I cannot disguise tears well.  I chose to look away and pretend I  was unaffected, but I reckon noises I made and the tears gave it away.
I did some writing, reading and listening to music after that.  It was a good day but nothing like we originally had in mind.
Of course today dawns beautiful.  There was blue sky everywhere but it is closing in like it did yesterday.  We are told today will not be as bad.  But honestly who knows.  There was no warning of what transpired yesterday.
But today is another day that has its own challenges.

It is a day after the email from James Clear and there are things in there I like.  I had a choice of a few things I could write about and maybe I will write on others another time.
I see rules as a “follow because it is a part of me and I want to” rather than only a “follow  because I have to.”  In other words, rule keeping to me is an internal desire rather than an external law.  But for me my relationship built on love takes practice on my part.
 I do like what is said here and believe the principle is applicable to everyone.
"Two simple rules: You get better at what you practice. Everything is practice.
Look around and you may be surprised by what people are “practicing" each day. If you consider each moment a repetition, what are most people training for all day long? Many people are practicing getting mad on social media. Others are practicing the fine art of noticing how they have been wronged. Still more have mastered the craft of making plans (but never following through).
But, of course, it doesn't have to be that way.  What are you practicing?"
I totally hold to such things. It is a quote but to me a truism that I am either getting bitter or better.  My choice.  What am I practicing?
They say practice makes perfect and as I say often “what you think about grows.”   I very much feel the choice is mine.  I can give attention to the wrongs in this world and get angry, or to righting the wrongs and get busy.  Righting wrongs to me is not just changing perhaps inadequate rules, but seeing me changed and coming at it from there.
I blow it and get disappointed, but I know my heart wants the best.  Caring matters to me.  I make mistakes.  But I’m practicing.

I find it interesting the thoughts I have and mull over.  I guess I am a practical person in the sense that often I think, “how does that relate to what I do?”
For example, I have been giving some thought recently to the fact that sometimes my concept is not the way it is.  But that does not mean the way it is, is at fault?
I was thinking about an orange. (A real juicy one).  If I had never seen an orange before I could imagine it being four times bigger than it is.  I may have heard an orange is good to eat and contains vitamins and juice.  I may be real hungry and think if I can find an orange I can find sustenance and vitamins good for me.
Yet when I find the orange it is four times smaller than I imagined.  Has the orange failed me or has my imagination?  I reckon it is healthy for me to adapt to the new reality, and try to locate four oranges.
I am thinking that way because I know it is possible to be disappointed when something turns out to not be the way I thought it was.  To me, disappointment is natural, as is moving on.  It is un-natural and unhealthy to throw my hands up in despair when something does not turn out to be the way I thought it was.
I see that sort of thing in the mowing.  Yes the time has arrived and I intend to do it.  My concept is it should take 45 minutes.  But it actually may be different than I imagine.  The grass is pretty thick and may require going over twice.  It seems there may be a bit of dew around and that could slow me down.  In fact, the mowing may take longer than I anticipate.
Do I not mow because it is different to what I imagined?   The answer for me is to still do it no matter how long it takes.  The grass is there no matter if I mow or not.  It will continue to grow and as it is seeding (as it does this time of year) there will be more of it.
I feel it is healthy and wise to adjust to the reality I am faced with.  To me the truth of a matter always liberates.  Getting over the disappointment allows me to adjust and hence grow as a person.  But holding on to disappointment hinders my growth as a person (and perhaps means the lawn does not get cut! And it needs it)