Sometimes

Sometimes you need to remember that you are in this for yourself. That you chose the path you put yourself on, and that every day is a choice to stay on it. Sometimes it is just about rephrasing the circumstances. About taking a step back and describing all the good things in your life to somebody else, to see how good they really are. Sometimes it is just about reminding yourself that you have plenty of energy to do all the things you want to do. Sometimes, it is just about appreciating the invisible, the small and the big.

Today is sometimes for me. I chose to step back, to appreciate and to smile. Life is good.

Sometimes…

… I’m just waiting for this moment so I can light the candles.

Sometimes …

Sometimes, I just want to sit on a train and watch the world pass me by.

Sometimes…

Sometimes…

… I am surprised by how much more enjoyable a fairly simple meal becomes when laid out nicely on a plate. Take the example above: originally, I was going to toss all the ingredients together to make a salad but somewhere along the lines I decided to instead separate them out. I’m sure the salad would have been fine but like this it turned into a special treat. I don’t know what it is about well presented food but it makes me appreciate it more. I also find that I take more time to enjoy it, instead of doing my usual manoeuvre of clearing a space on the kitchen table just the size of my plate or, even worse, balancing the plate in one hand while eating with the other.

Do you bother to present food well or is it all the same to you?

Sometimes

fmgbain

Sometimes, when we laugh together and call each other silly names, I wish I could catch the moment in a jar. I want to keep it on my shelf, to open again when times are darker and when the lightness is gone. One twist of the lid, and it all comes back: the pointless jokes and funny faces, the happy feelings and the silliness. The tickling and chasing each other, the skipping and singing and smiling. I want to watch it chase the sadness away, the silence and the brooding, want to see it fill the room once more when laughter seems far away.

Sometimes

Sometimes I want to write down all the things I think and feel and when I try, I manage two sentences and then it all jumbles together. So I post you these two sentences instead.

Sometimes

Sometimes, when I'm upset, my head makes up all these bad fights we could have. It makes my anger rage higher and higher until I feel like I'm going to explode, or pulls me down to deeper and deeper into sadness.  Last week, I heard somebody say “Don't feed your anger”. I will try. For us and for me.

Sometimes

 ♥ 

 Sometimes, when I walk across the Thames at night and see the city lights reflected in the water around me, when I can feel my dress swishing around my knees and the music from the saxophone player on the bridge mixes with the constant hum of voices, when the cool wind plays with my hair and I listen to the sound of my heels on the bridge, I feel like London belongs to me.