I’ve had this appreciation so heavy in my heart for the past few months and I’m so happy to feel that way. Makes all the difference in the world, doesn’t it? 😀
It really does. I mean when you are having a bad day knowing that you have a life, that you have your sight and both arms etc etc doesn’t cut it but it should. All the things that bother us in life are not the things that really matter 99% of the time. I’ve taken myself out of the rat race of city life so much and no long bother with clubs and going out like that – got rid of the friends that were ‘scene’ and actually spend time properly talking to friends and family, have the odd night out so it’s a treat again, and spend a lot of time outside walking, writing, taking photographs. It might not be as exciting but it’s so much more fulfilling. And if no one else gets that then oh well not my problem – I no longer feel the need to impress ;o) I am finally grateful to have the gift of life – and if that makes me sound like a hippy then Peace Man ;op
I have done the exact same thing. Once you figure out that complexity and rapid-fire living isn’t what makes you happy, you find out that simplicity gives you everything you ever wanted and like you said, it’s fulfilling, things become special again. So stoked I’m not alone on this one.
Good on you – it’s scary but liberating isn’t it. It’s totally true about simplicity and things becoming special again. Sometimes I still question myself but deep down I know that’s just the “little girl desperate to fit in” talking! I generally tell her to shut up these days ☺ Not alone on this one for sure! Good to know I’m not!
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