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Friday, 12 June 2020

a messy jumble of a post

So much has changed in a year. I wake up and don't start the day with my parents across the breakfast table, instead I eat my eggs whilst reading or with the Italian radio for company. I wonder about what I need to do, whether I've paid the rent, what shopping I need to get, what I'm going to eat.

cycling in the valley, wandering up into the glorious mountains... good morning is replaced with ciao or buongiorno but the smiles are just as genuine

babysitting, reading, piano practice, drawing, cooking, writing, strength work, Italian, gardening, cooking, resting , dreaming among others

The evenings draw out... to just be and breathe or to keep yourself busy. When you spend the days with yourself and your own thoughts sometimes it's hard to tell where they begin and where they end. But it's in these moments you learn to trust yourself, to trust in the life you've chosen, to be yourself, to be happy, to trust the journey of who you are becoming, to grow your own wings. To trust in your shyness and the awkward ways in which you are you... Just don't build your walls too high

Some days I wish I could wake up and be 12 again and walk down the road with my brother to school and spend the day laughing and joking with friends in the classroom. An evening spent chasing my dad up forest tracks before returning home to my mum's vegetable lasagna.
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we're all just making it up as we go along, I'm not afraid to say somedays I have no idea what's going on & I wonder whether I've made the right choices, but then I look up at the mountains & the community around me and I know I'm where I need to be. I'm living the adventure I dreamed & I'm so grateful
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I enjoy babysitting so much and maybe it's because the kids are a constant reminder of how to live life simply, lightly, to just be happy for this moment. With so much going on in the world, children can teach us so much

Keep looking towards the light 💛



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{This is a messy jumble of a post & I'm not even sure what I want to say} So much has changed in a year.. I wake up and don't start the day with my parents across the breakfast table, instead I eat my eggs whilst reading or with the Italian radio for company. I wonder about what I need to do, whether I've paid the rent, what shopping I need to get, what I'm going to eat. cycling in the valley, wandering up into the glorious mountains... good morning is replaced with ciao or buongiorno but the smiles are just as genuine babysitting, reading, piano practice, drawing, cooking, writing, strength work, Italian, gardening, cooking, resting , dreaming amongst others The evenings draw out... to just be and breathe or to keep yourself busy. When you spend the days with yourself and your own thoughts sometimes it's hard to tell where they begin and where they end. But it's in these moments you learn to trust yourself, to trust in the life you've chosen, to be yourself, to be happy, to trust the journey of who you are becoming, to grow your own wings. To trust in your shyness and the awkward ways in which you are you... Just don't build your walls too high Some days I wish I could wake up and be 12 again and walk down the road with my brother to school and spend the day laughing and joking with friends in the classroom. An evening spent chasing my dad up forest tracks before returning home to my mum's vegetable lasagna. . we're all just making it up as we go along, I'm not afraid to say somedays I have no idea what's going on & I wonder whether I've made the right choices, but then I look up at the mountains & the community around me and I know I'm where I need to be. I'm living the adventure I dreamed & I'm so grateful . I enjoy babysitting so much and maybe it's because the kids are a constant reminder of how to live life simply, lightly, to just be happy for this moment. With so much going on in the world, children can teach us so much Happy Tuesday friends... Keep looking towards the light 💛
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