It’s the little things.
It’s getting the milk properly nice and frothy for a latte for the first time in weeks. It’s actually feeling well rested for the first time in a while (no matter how short a time that lasts). It’s curling up feeling snuggly with a book on a Sunday. It’s catching up on a TV show that you have been being to do for ages. It’s discovering new music. It’s Bake Off ending in the most tear inducing and beautiful way (there was almost tear tracks…almost. I was close). It’s the accidental stack of magazines that are waiting for me. It’s black ink gliding across a new, blank page. It’s an unexpected text that causes that short burst of laughter.
It’s sometimes seeing a physical representation of progress. It’s also the surprisingly useful things that come out of procrastination (yeah, that happens sometimes). It’s returning to a well loved film and seeing something new and a new reason to love it. It’s finding a new sandwich to love (look, lunch is a hard part of my day to deal with, I never know what I want, having a go to helps). It’s feeling that Friday feeling for the whole of Friday. It’s a surprise lunch date and a cute outfit. It’s feeling a certain level of contentment with things.
So, yeah. It’s the little things.
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