It has happened already many times that I scarcely cought my train, but now I am 15 minutes early. As if I wanted the time to pass faster.
There are days where not that much happen. This weekend and so far today is also like this. It is a perfect occasion to be grateful for the calm place I have, and the nice people around me. Enjoying the work is also a possibility, as well as getting ready for the times where it actually gets busy.
Normally I am looking forward to any morning, but now Tuesday is going to be a special day.
With P. we have long conversations about love and it is just amazing how amazing love can be.
At the meantime music is also a love. I played the violin yesterday and it felt so good. Even though I only listen to it most of the time, I still improve.
What if I actually had more effort in that?
Maybe 15 minutes a day?