Gardening as therapy
Friday, 06 May 11 Cloudy 18°C / 64°F
I am fucking exhausted. Everyone at work has had a horrific couple of weeks (deaths in their immediate families, serious injuries) and consequently we are shorthanded and in general feeling quite low. And next week looks to be just as busy, if not more so. I genuinely don’t mind picking up some slack so people can take care of themselves and their families, but I am so, so tired.
It’s raining a bit though, and we desperately needed a little rain. And Ian has just made omelettes. So I’m going to enjoy a very lazy Saturday. Maybe so some online shopping, work on some knitting. Definitely start some courgette seeds (thanks fluffywelshsheep!) and put together some ornamental containers. Gardening is great therapy. One of my colleagues was talking about how hard it is for her to stop ruminating on some things at work, but once we started talking I realised that I am able to manage stress from other areas of life just because I garden. When my mind is racing after a busy day I refocus on what I need to accomplish in the garden and I stop worrying about things that didn’t get done at work or whatever. I slip into a better mental/emotional space where I am constantly creating and in control and connected to myself and my surroundings. It’s so good.