Made blueberry pancakes this morning with the Dakin Farm canned blueberries my friend Erin brought me from Vermont.
Admitted to myself that I was not going to be able to calmly and quietly and logically handle the transfer of ownership of the car, and sent my in-laws and husband to do it instead. This is something I've been trying to do more of; recognizing when something isn't my strength, or is going to make me anxious or miserable or what have you, and then asking myself if it has to be ME that does the job. In this case, it doesn't. So I'm going to clean and make a meatloaf for supper and take the children for a walk, all tasks I'm good at and aren't going to make me sick to my stomach, and leave the paperwork to those who have a talent for it.
You don't have to be good at everything, you know.
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