Not every morning

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…

When happiness doesn’t show

I have written about it before. This happiness shit. And I am one of them who claims that happiness is good for you, that it is something to strive towards and live in, at least it is for me. My happiness is always based in my own needs. And never, at least not consciously, measured with…