The thing we all moan that we don’t have enough of.
The thing we all wish we had more of.
And the thing that regardless of your race, religion or eye colour, everyone who inhabits this Earth has in common.
24 hours in a day
Things have been a little pear-shaped again of late (more to come on that week after next) and it makes me wonder why it is that it’s always a life-altering event that makes us stop and smell the proverbial roses.
Despite my good intentions to carve out an hour to myself each day, I am going to be brutally honest with myself… in between life, loves and passions I know that one hour each and every day is not going to happen.
And not even 2 minutes every hour. Just 2 minutes when things get a little overwhelming and my body and/or mind starts sending those stop and smell the roses signals.
It’s do-able, achievable and a starting-point for more.