Evening coffee βπ
Just yesterday my cheeks were burning with shame... Not for my children's actions as you might think, but for my own behaviour.
Literally a few sentences said at the wrong time and here I am again feeling this fire on my cheeks... Usually in moments like this I either want to defend myself and talk a lot and fast, or I lose the gift of speech for a while and try to understand the whole situation. Yesterday I was speechless...
Of course, later I tried to explain myself, my cheeks were burning at the thought of creating such an impression with my words, but I could hardly change anything, and since my intentions were not evil, I apologized and just tried to let the situation go.
I didn't seem to be able to explain anything, and it doesn't matter now...
...But my cheeks still burn with shame and offence when I remember all the words of that conversation.
Cozy evening ππ©·
My philosophy β¨β
Love it βΊοΈ One artist on Instagram is practicing and writing names, in stories βΊοΈ I asked to write mine π
... Especially after having guests late the night before. My social battery is low, but I have to admit that the conversations over a glass of wine were fascinating. It started with a discussion about the latest filming of Bulgakov's novel, then Oscar nominated films and ended with gossip and our laughter, so much so that my husband went into the other room with round eyes π€£π€£π€£...
Good morning βοΈ (one day there will be sunshine photos here, yes π₯²).
Just me... Coffee girlπ€ Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writerβΊοΈ
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