big softy

Seeing lots of roses in a garden reminded me of how special my Dad would have me feel, by cutting a rose from the garden and giving it to me in a little vase for my room. I rang him to tell him how much I'd appreciated him doing that for me when I was younger and he said that every year, he still always cuts the first rose from the garden and presents it to mum. He called himself a big softy. The world needs more big softies - people who do little things to show how much they love others.
I'm not sure how I'm going to fit everything in today, and will be surprised if I manage much packing for our camping trip tomorrow. But I will take every opportunity I can to be a big softy :D

I know some ace big softies. Sometimes it's hard to be soft when we're struggling tho, but I know it's "only" old stuff. I know it can feel like it takes over, but sometimes we're able to get it back down to size ;) I keep getting blown away at the mo about how big each of our lives are, and how many of us there are. When I stop and think it just seems massive - all of us, living our big lives with millions of feelings and thoughts and concerns. Wow.
Not so much time to think tho - I made good use of my 15 min lunch - marmite on toast and a catch up with my internet stuff as no chance to do so again til much later. I temporarily lost my positivity last night - sometimes I am in a secure place and then a little thing knocks me out of it. But I know I can live in that secure place and when I do it feels good. Let's keep reaching for that place, where we know we're doing just what we need to, whether it is struggle with something that will help us move to a better place, or whether we are in our flow, confident that no-one can be us better than we can be ourselves and that IT IS GOOD.