What a privilege it is so find such satisfaction in the small things in life. Coming home after a long day and reading under a quilt with a pot of tea. I do not care if I am acting like an 80 year old for it is such a pleasurable act for me. Some of my most relaxing evenings involve settling in with glass of red wine after a bubble bath with painting my nails watching re-runs of sex and the city or black and white films. Now black and white films, those are in a box all of their own, for an evening spent with them is now one of my favourite things to do. I think I have come to a point in my life, or at least in this part of my life, where things don’t always have to be go go go, to keep me satisfied. I am not always looking around the next corner or on to greener pastures to be happy. I think with such steady work that involves planning and organizing as well and enthusiasm and creativity has agreed well with me. Having a home to call my own and decorate, as I please feels so settling. I find it very pleasing to take something and make it my own, do things my way and it work to achieve things. Finding peace with moving into such a steady pattern of everyday life has allowed to stop and smell the roses so to say. To find the time to explore the little things, which in turn leave me feeling very rewarded with what I am creating for myself. Dear lord, am I perhaps growing up? I suppose it had to happen sooner or later, although maybe not as soon as expected, I think it may take a while.
Until then,
The Hopeless Romantic xox
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