Tuesday Slice of Life

Every morning I’m on the go, watching the clock. I make breakfast, pack lunches, make my tea. As I contemplate the day ahead I often look over at my betta fish in his bowl. He’s on the kitchen table, my companion in the morning.

What I love about betta fish is how relaxed they are. When I first brought one home (this is my second one), I glance over at the bowl and see him just sitting there on his leaf. Now, I know fish don’t sit but there’s no other way to describe it. So calm is he, swimming slowly or just hanging out.

Every morning while I’m rushing here and there I like to think about the quiet life in a fishbowl.


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About Bella

I've reached my 40's with a few battle scars, but I'm still in one piece so I guess that's something to be thankful for. Married for a long time...well, what passes for long compared to many of my other friends. Almost 20 years. 3 kids: a teen and two tweens. Heaven help me! There's a lot about me to know but I always think that others won't find me interesting, isn't that sad? Writing is my passion. It's an outlet; it's a way to filter my world and the experiences I have. Blogging was a foreign concept to me when it first came out. But I GET IT now. It's therapeutic to unload. It's fun to read about the experiences of others. This is my way of meeting and greeting, overcoming the obstacles of time and distance. My hope is that you will stop and read my blog. That you will enjoy what I have to say, and we can have a chat. You're welcome anytime!
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