I am in a sweatshirt, leggings, a beanie, and pink cheetah socks Allie got me for Christmas, sitting cross-legged on my bed on top of my favorite blanket I got for my birthday last year.
My memory card was just downloaded onto my computer from going outside twenty minutes ago in my favorite skirt (not bothering to change out of my nice work shoes) with my new lens.
I just got home from work 2 hours ago; of which the first 10 minutes home were spent with me face-down on my bed in exhaustion. I am listening to my Spotify “chill” playlist while I eat gluten free pretzels and Nutella, and drink old coffee with almond milk and Truvia in it.
However, as I was writing out a to-do list last night (for things to do on a SATURDAY) I got really sad. Because I realized that I didn’t have time for anything I loved.
Like painting sparkles on my fingernails, and lighting sparklers to simply celebrate whatever day it is.
And I think adults who feel they have no purpose started out by doing the same thing I’m doing now: pushing out the things that they love, or activities they want to invest in, to do things that they “have” to do.
Either way, this will also challenge me to manage my time better; a weakness that has always been very difficult for me to overcome.
And I like moseying. I want to get better at it.
Also, I'm pretty sure I've eaten Chick-fil-A five times this week. If that's not enjoying life, I don't know what is.
Have a great weekend, Beautiful People!