Journaling. I am in awe of how it can unlock parts of you that you didn’t know were there. You can peel back the layers (lot’s of layers… in fact there are an endless number of them). There is so much to learn about ourselves and most of us have barely scratched the surface.
I wake up with the sun and slowly, and gently, potter around my kitchen, stretching, daydreaming and soaking up a sense of gratitude.
I pour my instant coffee into my oversized, chipped mug and add a dash of milk. I love my morning coffee, it sets the tone for my day.
I am happy. I am living my quiet dream. Slow mornings and then some creating. To me that sounds perfect. Joyous.
For so long I’ve ignored this part of me. I thought it was just my escape from the real world. I thought that I had some broken and strange withdrawal technique to save me from the reality of life’s responsibilities.
For so long I fought with my inner world and ideas because they weren’t useful. They weren’t a gift. They were a distraction, and a world I couldn’t explain.