I loath mornings, so I should probably be more frustrated about my workday morning ritual. I wake up pre-sun, pitch black early on working days to allow time for my Morning Pages (thank you, Julia Cameron for my daily sanity
My days have been crazy hectic lately. To balance it a bit, I've been listening to music that helps me relax. It's all based on the Dawes song that I listened to for two days straight. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/11sFH5Qfilrj9FTT3BtP4d?si=prxx_-FMQvWZz9GybmtMiA
A few weeks ago, I went kayaking at Weedon Island (Kayaking in the Mangroves), and I immediately knew that I had to bring my camera back to take photographs. The place is very difficult to describe, but sometimes it is
I am a fan of Sunday mornings; they give me time to transition from my swirly, sleepy dreams into reality. I can be slow and deliberate, appreciating every minute. However, most of my mornings are spent stuck in traffic on the Veterans