slow mornings


There’s something deliciously guilty about getting up and taking the time to prepare for the busy day ahead… leisurely. The past months have been a blur of rush/rush/rush and I got used to always being quick because I was supposed to be somewhere else ten minutes ago. Today, I took my time purposefully.

Roll around in bed.

Drink my early morning coffee.


Write (!)

All very s-l-o-w-l-y and it was nice.

I raise my cuppa to a new day, a bright morning. It’s going to be long and yes, it will be busy and rushed later but for now, this very moment belongs to me. All mine.

Now if I could just get that slight nagging feeling in the corner of my mind that I should jump of my chair to get out of the house before I really am late.

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