Milk, no sugar.

"It's been a long day," said me every afternoon for the past 5 years, and I'll probably say it for the rest of my life. I'm just so busy, not necessarily proactive, but constantly doing something or listing things that I have to do. At the end of it all, my brain is a McDonald's burger and my body a packet of fries. And so, I do what I do every time I feel a breakdown approaching.
I make myself a cuppa tea.
Not just any tea, it has to be Earl Grey or Vanilla Rooibos. And a rusk on the side (they have seeds... technically they're healthy, right?) And I sit. And I ponder. And I write and dream and think about him, or the dishes in the sink that need a wash, or the fact that today was actually beautiful but I spent the hours stressing over the hours as they passed.

This is why I'm here. To sip my tea and discover 3 things that were beautiful today, or 3 things I should have done, shouldn't have ignored. Basically, to analyse how much attention I paid to the leaves underfoot and the girl that smiled at me over the counter. It's all about adjusting my perspective and forcing myself to see the world, not just look.

Now, I'm going to make myself a cuppa tea with the little milk I have left, and try to reflect on what made today splendid, so that tomorrow I'll bask in it with the abandonment of a tea bag in hot water.

Welcome to the teapot factory.

Thursday, 21 April 2016

Day 9

Winter, childhood books and university. A higgeldypiggeldy mixmatch of things to appreciate today.

1. Cold, rainy days. These are the best days for snuggling up with a cuppa tea or hot chocolate, and a delicious book to dive into. Or for jumping in puddles with your boots, crinkling the red leaves underfoot. I love the crisp intake of air, the way the cold stings my lungs with icy fire. I love the breath that blooms into the mist draped over the mountains. I love the comfort that winter days have to offer. They bring connotations of fire, and blankets and warm drinks. Childhood fantasies.

2. The books I read as a child. I often find myself suddenly stumbling upon the memory of a childhood book. There's this one, it had all these fairy tales. They were so beautiful. But I can't remember what it was called, all I can remember was that the fairies, mermaids and unicorns danced through its pages with the magical splendour of fantasy. I never want to read that book again though, in case it ruins my faded memories. So, I'll keep it as a treasure. Something that I once held in my hands, and will now forever hold in my heart, glittery cover and all.

3. I'm so privileged to be studying at this university. This prestigious institute which so many people couldn't get into. Yet we spend our time complaining about the work load, about how boring it is, about how much we hate exams; instead of just accepting the fact that we are undeniably the luckiest 5% of this planet. Why do we always think we are so much worse off than we are? Why can we not see how blessed we are and praise the Lord for it? No more complaining about being here. No more negativity. I am the luckiest girl alive, to be studying the course I want to and live the life I want to lead. How many others can say that? Not many. Praise be to God for this blessing, my life is the most beautiful life I could imagine. Time to start appreciating it.


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