Whether it be a sweet treat, travel or just a fantasy in my mind, I love to indulge. I went through some photos from the past to come up with this weeks depictions of indulge.
All of these photos were taken on either weekends or holidays with few time restraints and the enjoyment of indulgence in both fantasy and reality at its height.
The first is a recent photo taken at the ocean. I indulged in the colours of nature, the peace of an uncrowded beach, travel with a friend and the best fish and chips I’ve ever eaten while sitting on a bench at the seaside.
The second is another seaside photo from years before at another beach. Here I indulged in the fantasy that I was Monet painting at the seaside with the wind blowing through my hair.
The third is from many years ago, aboard a ship all decked out in a bygone era. I indulged in going back to a place long before my time and imagined what it would be like to live on board, tossed about in the seas but without the hard realities of scurvy, sea sickness, rats and lice getting in the way.
The fourth is from the day I got engaged, up there, in that top bit somewhere. Standing there I had no idea what was yet to come. In the moment the picture was taken I was indulging in the shear expanse of the building and how it would have been to enter in horse and carriage dressed in the finery of the day.
Well, I’ve been slow to get to this one and I almost forgot about it in my made rush to get things done this week. However, considering how much time I have looked down to see this staring back at me I’d say it is appropriate for ‘down’. Yep, my keyboard. Sad life that I live, when I’m not working on my book I do volunteer work and that too puts me smack dab in front of another keyboard. I might as well have one hung around my neck like a ball and chain.
I think we all have some regrets for either doing something we wish we hadn’t done or for not doing something we wish we had done. Regret is the ‘hindsight is 20/20’ principle.
I might regret eating even that small bowl of vanilla ice cream smothered in homemade chocolate sauce. It wont do my waistline any favours but at the same time I regret not being able to get my tongue to the bottom of the bowl to lick out the last vestiges of chocolate sitting at the bottom taunting me. Oh well, there is always tomorrow…
That brings me to a more significant regret, one I cannot fully control despite trying. It is the regret of the passing of time.
I often struggle with the feeling I have not done enough in the course of an hour, day, week, month or year. Wasted time, perceived or real, is probably my biggest regret. It passes us by so quickly and it can never really be retrieved. It is irreversible.
On my bookshelf rests a homemade wooden box.
On top there is usually one photo or another of a bygone moment.
Nestled inside are a number of items.
There are many stories here ready to be shared.
I have been meaning to post this for a while. In my bucket list I stated I wanted to make more teddy bears. I did this one just before Christmas as a little gift for a friend’s little girl. It is a plain design, easy to do, and I thought it turned out okay considering I designed it myself and had no idea if it would really turn into a sweet little bear. It was made from scraps left over from other sewing projects. I made the clothes as well.
The end result was a very happy little girl who threw the pillow on the floor and promptly flopped down on it and smiled as she played with her new bear. Job accomplished!
More bears to come!