Here we are. The 25th of March (in Australia) and the final day of my lots and lots of days in a row of meeting you in bloggy land.
I’ll admit that, this time around, it’s been difficult to be here wholeheartedly. I’ve been so busy with life tumbling every which way around me.
A small baby to care for.
Two additional busy little people to raise.
A barely there garden, slowly growing beneath my fingers.
All the while, the soft girl within has been whooshing away, trying to teach me life’s simple lessons in love, life and everything. She has succeeded on many a day.
She’s also failed, which (I hear) is simply part of this human running race called existence. Imperfection? Never had I ever considered such a preposterous thing, and yet life has forced her hand of late and said, ‘Near enough will have to be good enough, dear Brooke.’
And so it was. Near enough, good enough.
I showed up with less than I’d hoped to give on many a day, and although my heart ached not to have been here with more…’near enough’ was all I had.
And guess what?
I became okay with that. I have given. I have been. And I will be back again, hopefully to bring something wonderful beyond this moment here and now.
I do hope you’ll join me, again.
All my love,
Oh. And bloggy friends?
Thank you for coming. I adore you.