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Oh gosh. Do you think it's the fug of Winter or the fug of Flu that's got me wondering and thinking and philosophising? I guess it doesn't really matter which. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Thinking about the big things and how to make life sunnier and better. Thinking about how to get more out of days that are becoming increasingly busier.
And, well, it's come down to stock and notebooks, really.
I think it's important to take stock and to remember to notice the good stuff that's going on around you. Sometimes it's easier to curl up under a blanket and not take time to do nice things. Sometimes it's easier to do things, rather then nicely curl up under a blanket. I guess we all have our own versions of too much forging ahead and not enough looking at the great stuff that's going on around us. Does that sound like you? It sounds a bit like me.
We have these very excellent lists (which I love, btw) - but sometimes they are being ticked off by a demonic lady who forgot to brush the back of her hair and has her dress tucked into her knickers. Perhaps it would be better if less things were ticked, but more time was taken to actually soak things up? Am I rambling like a mad woman? Yes. A bit. Could you please pass me the hair-brush (and get out your notebooks, kids.)
And, well, it's come down to stock and notebooks, really.
I think it's important to take stock and to remember to notice the good stuff that's going on around you. Sometimes it's easier to curl up under a blanket and not take time to do nice things. Sometimes it's easier to do things, rather then nicely curl up under a blanket. I guess we all have our own versions of too much forging ahead and not enough looking at the great stuff that's going on around us. Does that sound like you? It sounds a bit like me.
We have these very excellent lists (which I love, btw) - but sometimes they are being ticked off by a demonic lady who forgot to brush the back of her hair and has her dress tucked into her knickers. Perhaps it would be better if less things were ticked, but more time was taken to actually soak things up? Am I rambling like a mad woman? Yes. A bit. Could you please pass me the hair-brush (and get out your notebooks, kids.)
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3 Little Things For You To Do Today:
Choose a book you have read and loved. Make note of a phrase in that book that makes you nod with understanding or shake your head with wonder. Write it down in your notebook.
Stop for three minutes. Sit down. Or lie down. Think about things you could do that are nice. Write the most favourite thing down in your notebook.
Make a cup of tea or coffee for yourself. Make it slowly. Stop rushing. Take your time to spoon your sugar or scoop your tea or stir your cup carefully.
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