There is a moment in the week when I feel a sensation of slowness, when time stretches out before me languidly and everything seems possible. Then suddenly the weekend is over and the shock of a new week is upon me! It is a very brief moment but incredible while it lasts.
Even if I was a super organised time management expert, there still wouldn’t be enough time for everything. I have been thinking, even mildly trying, to adapt my sleeping habits and become an early morning rather than late night potterer but I don’t think I’ll manage it. I do love the mornings and am often up early-ish anyway, but they are busy with routine and time frames and teenage sluggishness. Hardly ripe for my relaxed pondering. This weeks project reflects the mood and the moment, short and sweet. As I ironed the old creases out of my little upcycled skirt, I considered that this 52 weeks process may help me define what I really want. (Ooh, that’s a biggie). I sense change and new choices in the air. Time to smooth and iron out the kinks and flaws in readiness. I have discovered over the years that I am quite precious about my me time. It may sound indulgent but it is SO important. Offering and allowing myself time, keeps me happy and sane and I occasionally growl when other things intrude on this space. Does reduced time lead to reduced effort? Sometimes. Depends on how mindful you are.
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AuthorFor me, it seems there is not much difference between wondering and wandering. It has always helped me find inspiration. Creative dabbling is good for the soul, I couldn't imagine life without it and often surprise myself by what I come up with. Archives
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