The extension cord doesn’t reach and I can’t finish trimming the dead plants from last fall. But this means I have a spacious yard with lots of room for growing things.
The kitchen is a mess and the pile of dishes is overwhelming. But this means we had great food and lots of laughter with dear friends earlier in the evening.
I call this kind of thinking brainwashing. Not because I want to convince myself of something but because I want to have thoughts that lift me up rather than drag me down. Taking my mind into gentle hands and washing away the negative focus.
I have my 5 year check up with my oncologist in an hour. I need to ask her about this weird little patch of skin on the back of my leg that’s been there for a couple of months. I’ve been searching for images of skin metastasis on the internet. Does mine look like theirs? Time for some brainwashing. Aren’t I fortunate that I have an appointment with a smart, kind doctor, access to health care, insurance.
And of course the best thought of all— it’s nothing to worry about.