Most days I sit at my desk in the office, dreaming of the time I can be at home doing the things my heart yearns to and yet when I get home, I find I’ve run out of time and will to do those things.
I imagine, I am not the only one.
Sometimes routines, schedules and to do lists, dont quite cut it, there has to be more to us than that, things we do for the soul. I like slow days, music in my ears, a canvas to paint and a mind fully inspired to move a brush across that canvas, as shadows and light play their game all around.
Somedays are perfect like that, somedays your wishes really do become the reality you wait for, somedays you can’t help but be thankful for being alive..
Here’s to slow days and doing more of what makes you happy..