This is one of those posts I never thought I’d write. The kind that makes you wonder if you’re about to sound completely unhinged to people who don’t know you. But at nearly 60, this “old dog” doesn’t care about appearing “normal” anymore. I’m talking about those unexplained…
My sanctuary? Early morning walks, the tractor seat, my computer at home. Took me years to realize I need different ones for different things. What’s yours?
I got back from my morning 7-Eleven walk and caught myself already calculating how much ‘productive’ time I had left. When did we all start treating rest like something to feel guilty about?
For me, quality time starts before dawn with a 4 AM walk to 7-Eleven for coffee and groceries. Unhurried, undisturbed, just quiet that works for us introverts. This is my happy place. What moments make up your quality time?