It’s been a challenging journey toward rehabilitating the soul. Shutting the computer off at 5:45pm. Running into the house and changing for a run. By 7:30pm prepping a nice meal and listening to lovely music.
It is so easy to get caught up in love with a dream of passion. My guilty pleasure is my work. Yet I neglect my body, mind and heart. The phone was playing Indonesian music as my roommate opened a bottle of wine.
Just enough time to paint my nails before bed. Oh how much I forget that this is what lasts, the time I carve out to be myself. Glad for second chances because I missed too many glances.