As i grow older, one of my guilty pleasures is to do absolutely nothing.
the feeling of knowing that you have nothing planned for the day suddenly became gratifying.
if there was anything i missed the most,
it would have been waking up to nothingness and inactivity. days of sipping over-sized lattes with my fav frothy topping and caramel sauce while enjoying my read, the slowing down of almost everything, taking stock of what you have been given and to develop a certain little underrated characteristic known as joy. Or rather lasting joy.
and for now, it’s back to work.
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