As I get older, and as I say that I know that to some I seem like a grown up and to others like a babe in the wood, I find there are things I find real comfort in.
Misty mornings, lingering hugs, cards from dear friends, Christmas music.
And also, I find myself yearning for the simple, the wholesome, the uncomplicated.
Cups of tea, the laughter of dear friends, old movies, wholesome food.
As life passes along, the seasons meld into each other, and I glance around at the people I’m lucky enough to make the journey with.
And I feel happy. Content.
I still have dreams and goals, for sure. I want to do this and that, but I find that now I’m happier to have things happen at the pace they are meant to.
Promotions, weddings, wieght loss, study, babies, houses, whatever….what will be, will be.
I’ll be sat here looking at the leaves turn and listening to Carole King, waiting for the next little moment of pleasure. And let life take me where it will. I intend to enjoy the journey, and catch all the goodness on the way.
I’m living an uncomplicated life. And it kind of rocks.