But sometimes, quite often, I step out into our garden and pick a few flowers. I arrange them like my inner child florist (dream occupation at six) would have done.

It’s a quiet moment. It’s time for contemplation.
I think about my family, my dad, and my friends.

The moment helps me start the day in a calm and grounded way.
A reminder that I’m okay.
That I don’t need to achieve anything , not in that moment, nor to feel at peace.
I just am. Grateful for my life.

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