Yesterday evening I was lounging happily on my sofa, a cat and a book on my lap, when I noticed something odd.
I had not practised Yoga. I had not meditated.I had not written in my thankfulness diary. To be honest, I can not remember if or when that has happened before in the last year, as at least one of these three things are part of my morning routine.
When mentally clicking through my day, however, I realized that obviously I’ve had a different flow. Drinking coffee and reading, correcting, meeting my boyfriend for lunch in town… I know I had wanted to sit by the lake and write actually, but the weather had been cloudy and so I decided to stroll through the city centre, windowshopping and buying presents for friends’ birthdays this month.
To put it in a nutshell, I do not know if the day was a mindful one without even one of my three favourite rituals. However, I know I just followed the flow and was sitting happily on the couch, when I noticed. The world had not ended. I did not feel less balanced. I had indulged myself, differently, without being aware of it. I was still happy without my rituals. So I guess this is all that matters.
P.S.: I proceeded by creating a new kind of aperitif (sparkling wine and water, strawberries, limes) and tried a new recipe for dinner, being creative in the kitchen. Not a bad flow either.
P.P.S.: Today I am in the mood for my diary and Yoga. 🙂