New lessons:

I've started unlearning;
Real life needs no theories
Lifes' exams are so different.
That cannot be taught nor learnt
But it needs downsizing.
Fitting oneself to everyday chores ... Filling ones time and attention   
To priorities held so high in life.
Lifes everyday tasks are always forward;
Non-linear in every aspect.
To be available physically, mentally and emotionally to our dear ones
Yet giving each their own space
Is indeed a skilful task
That every home-maker needs.
I'm indeed a novice
To full-time house-keeping
Where nobody ever masters...

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