I’m not going to lie, today has been tough. Nothing big or bad happened just a shed load of little things; like a snowball just getting bigger and bigger as the day went on. A long list of things that I didn’t want to do but were necessary alongside dealing with other people.
Days like these I prefer to be alone. This is the real world; I rarely get to be alone and it drains me. So today has been an exercise in celebrating the small things; the swans on the river, the sun on my face, holding my daughters hand. An exercise in reminding myself that these are the important things, the thing to give my energy to, even when I feel I have nothing left. To notice, to be aware. And these small things become a big deal.
I’m alone now. It’s quiet. I have a cup of tea. So do I knit, read my new book or simply just go to bed and restore my energy levels?