Every now and then I realise just how lucky I am to be enjoying my days as much as I do. I’ll be honest: I’m poorer than I’ve ever been. But I can’t really complain because the work I’m doing is something I enjoy, and, more than that, I feel like it means something.
On top of that, because I do most of my work in the mornings and evenings, my days are slow, and usually see me pottering about the house cooking, writing, reading, researching.
Don’t get me wrong; I have regular moments of overwhelming fear or upset, when I wonder what on earth I’ve done (or how I’ll next pay rent). But when I find myself sitting down to a piece of toast and a cup of tea at four o’clock in the afternoon, or cooking myself a warm lunch, I can’t help but feel privileged to be able to live this way.
Today was one of those days. I had a productive day: I did a few loads of washing, I got my groceries done, I cleaned the bathroom, I cooked a couple of meals, I chatted to my brother on the phone for a couple of hours about life and thinking, and I did some yoga. Then it was dinner time. And now I’m doing some research for a class I’m teaching. My idea of a perfect Monday, really.
Follow your dreams, people. The obstacles along the way are well worth the struggle.
Love this post of yours … walking on the right path is what we all dream for. Keep doing what you enjoy. I can almost hear your heart sings. 😉
Thanks Hybrid! 🙂
Hi Soph, sounds like life is good at the moment. I’m sure everyone who ever did something great in their lives had to make some sort of jump at some stage. Give me until the end of the year, and I can’t wait to quit my job to focus on my creative pursuits! Talk soon 🙂
Yep, the ol’ Leap of Faith. Or something like that.
I’ll hold you to that time frame — come the end of the year, I’ll hassle you! 🙂