Dress: Savannah @ Harris Scarfe
Thankyou to everyone who messaged and emailled to give me their support – I’m healthy and getting happier by the day.
One little quirk about me is that when I’m upset, or feeling like things are spiraling out of control I got on this mad cleaning urge. It’s apparently something I inherited from my mum – the psychologist – who puts it down to a) you can tangibly “fix” a messy house, even if you can’t fix the other crap that’s going on in your life, and b) it keeps your mind off other things.
I find it really therapeutic, so after I finished my work today I set about doing some of those odd little jobs that keep getting put off, and halfway through this last one I occurred to me what a wonderful metaphor it was for what’s going on in my life.
Outside my bedroom where I take my wardrobe pictures I have a little potted Lilly Pilly tree (hey, I just googled it and found out that the botanical name for the Lilly Pilly tree; Acmena, actually comes from the Greek word meaning “bountiful” or “buxom” – how’s that for perfectly descriptive of your blogger?).
The tree’s been sickening for a while now, and when I asked my mum (also a gardener extraordinaire) what I should do she said that the problem was one of two things. Either it’s simply done its dash and has reached the end of its life, or it needs to be yanked up out of the pot, have its roots and branches well pruned and repotted into new potting mix.
This is basically what’s happening to me.
Something in my life has been very unhealthy for a while, and on Sunday it hit make-or-break time. I’m doing some pruning and repotting, but whether or not it survives I am happy that the changes are being made.