Days are long. Years are short.
I’ll be 27 years of age in a few weeks. Twenty-seven. I’m excited about this age, it seems so much more certain than twenty-six. But what the fuck do I know? I do know that having a more secure age scares the shit out of me. It also temps me to want to push the boundaries on social steps. I feel that pressure. Engagement, marriage, kids AKA full-time adulting… Let me stop myself right there– I need a minute… OR a year (s). ** my mum just ringed me to remind me to pay my taxes… HAHA! Timing, you sneaky banshee!
As I grow older I become more emotional and conscious of time—as I’m sure we all do in one way or another.
I’ve been lucky enough to experience life without time urging me to move on too harshly. Right now, I’m truly free to enjoy life’s movement without asking how or why. I do, ask how or why but at the end of the day I can do whatever I want. I can take time in the morning to press my coffee. A ritual that I fear will go down the drain in the future chapters. Each morning I wake up early with an ease that I try to appreciate more & more. I make my cuppa and ask myself if these moments are numbered. The truth is, regardless of that next stage, our days our numbered and that is why it is so important to shift the mind to the present.
Turn off autopilot. Don’t miss the sights and smells. Prune the weeds of restless. Don’t let the beauty of this moment go unnoticed because you are concerned with thoughts of the future. Appreciate the quiet & unexpected gorgeousness of life. Foster mental grace but try & keep your humility & humor. Enjoy NOW.
Channel your inner swan
SELF PEP TALK OVER… Time to go to sleeeeeeeeep
Mal, thanks for being my fire fairy to your swan ?
David, you are my constant inspiration ❤️
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