Curing the blues
And appreciating the small things
I really didn’t feel like writing anything this week.
At some point I'll grow out of the habit of leaving things to the last minute
And sit down and chip away at something everyday as opposed to the short posts I've been creating.
(I'm not complaining, just highlighting a truth I've noticed)
So far there's a draft about identity and how some people are affected by it and others aren’t
And another about what I'd show aliens if they ever wanted to know earth/the human race.
Very good stuff
from a very biased opinion.
But today's sporadic creativity
comes from the fact that I am writing this on a train
Going home
From seeing My Neighbour Totoro
In the cinema.
An impulsive last minute decision
Because there's no other chance I can see it this week.
So anyway,
I'm writing to tell you that all of yesterday I was sad.
I just suddenly got the blues.
Had a nice morning filter coffee at home (guilt free luxury)
Went for a really lovely walk in nature
Sat underneath a tree and was sketching
Listened to perfect mood music (very hard to come by when suffering the blues)
Ate a really lovely meal
But the thing that cured my blues
We're these beautiful clouds.
The actual clouds above and below
For a long time I've come to accept that England has the best clouds.
I'm really not a sunset kind of gal
But clouds get me every time.
So my advice to cure the blues
Is to find something that speaks to your soul
Like clouds speak to mine.
A small selection of clouds from my phone's gallery because I'm going through some kind of a back up thing and deleting pictures from the internal storage and haven't tried to find my 4,000 photos that are apparently saved to my Google cloud? Who knows.
Anyway, still really nice clouds.
I also wanted to include this photo of the dog that was on the train appreciating the breeze blowing through it's hair whenever the train doors opened. Even animals take the time to appreciate life's little gifts.
Something to remember