I have stacks of notenooks.
Loads. Too many?
I don't think so.
I scribble and write in them all the time.
Random stuff, ideas, plans, observations, thoughts.
Whichever one is to hand or fits in my pocket.
For certain important projects I do have specific notebooks.
If I empty my head often there's room for new ideas to fly around.
And then every now and then I'll find book I haven't seen in a while. More often than not there's a messsge I wrote to my future self, unknowingly at the time, of course.
Today I found this. I wrote it about a year ago.
Just what I need.
Time to regain focus.
I've wandered aimlessly for long enough.
I get distracted too easily.
I say yes too quickly.
I give too much.
I get excited by possibility.
I battle between heart and head.
2014 feels full of possibility and adventure.
I am stood at the crossroads.
Whichever path I choose, it will be great.
It will challenge and excite.
I must only choose one.
I am listening to the inner whispers.
It's difficult.
I need to decide.
My heart is calling me in two directions.
I feel torn.
Which way do I leap?
Today I drank good coffee made by someone with a passion. It was good. It always is.
I made porridge. I borrowed Kinfolk.
I wore red tights to brighten up the day.
I stitched some Flo feet and faces. I drew a bearded man with the machine.
I dropped a postcard to a friend.
The little moments in between all the hard work and necessaryness of life are where the joy is found. Acknowledge them. Savour them.
