Those that read my blog a year ago would know I was dreaming about a life less hectic and more creative. I craved to be at home more, with my family, pouring myself into my home rather than my work. The daily grind that comes with being a participant in the rat race had taken its toll, I was exhausted.
Most of all I hated Monday mornings. I hated that after a wonderful weekend doing that which brings me most joy, I had to rise and race out the door to start a 5 day week of sitting behind a desk. I felt like I climbed upon a treadmill in the morning to run this race society has created. And the same the next. Creative me was dying inside. All I wanted to do was write, photograph and have spare time to pursue creative endeavours all in the comfort of my home.
I now have that. I have enough money in my pocket for a coffee, but not a hair cut. Enough money for a loaf of bread but not a cafe sandwich. I now have to budget whereas before I didn’t. I have to plan purchases, or avoid them completely. But what I have now is truly priceless.
Time. It can’t be bought with all the money in the world.
My new Monday morning.