Life

Being Present

It’s been a while since I’ve posted (again). Predictability isn’t my forte. Since my last post, we’ve been to Holland, I went blonde and we bought a tent!

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13735701_10210334802996384_1254509700676866196_oRecently, I’ve been thinking a lot about being present. When life becomes completely occupied with staying afloat and getting from one day to the next, I forget to stop and experience, appreciate, the things that are very present. Worrying about the future makes me check out on what’s going on right now. Tomorrow’s problems belong to tomorrow, and today belongs to me.

On Monday morning, we decided that we wanted to go camping. Rather than dwelling on our wishing, we worked out what we could afford to spend, bought a tent and booked a campsite. Those 24 hours in the New Forest were pretty damn perfect for me. I didn’t worry about what was happening tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that. Instead, I took the time to be grateful for what was there – we were able to visit our lovely families in Bournemouth; I chilled out and read a book for the first time in over a month; we were right by the sea; I had my favourite person with me.

There has been so much going on recently, so much to think about and so much to  plan, that I’ve been completely distracted from focusing on the things I should be grateful for. Despite all the crazy and the chaos in my life at the moment, there’s a shit load of really wonderful things happening. I’m counting my blessings.

Sophie

 

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