Morning mist and my tea

This morning I got to wear my bathrobe, sit on the patio and watch mist rise. Ever since I committed to Taking My Time, my body wants to get up earlier and earlier and go to bed later and later. I expected to sleep in, take my time waking up in the morning and having shorter days. Not yet . . .

My painting creation has begun again. Little cards are covered in color, our bathroom is painted the lightest beige (*oyster shell*) and I find more pretty pictures on Instagram every single day. There is so much beauty to see!

This week feels disjointed, nagging. Am I forgetting something? What? And, if it is forgotten, so what? I cancelled an appointment with a recommended doctor and found my own replacement. A 7 week telecourse started today and I didn't listen live. Nick and I decided to forgo a weekly language class but I haven't let it go yet.

It is possible I am simply over-stimulated by the mental jumble of Phone Intake. A meditation or grounding exercise could be in order . . .