I must be the most boring person on earth. I seriously love sitting alone in the morning sun with my coffee. The only sounds are the wind chime and the breeze. And for the bonus the smell of the neighbor's flowering shrub is blown over to me. So nice. I know I'm a loner and I do like being around people. But how do you deny yourself time to let go and just feel whatever form of paradise God gives you at the moment? How do you explain that the important thing you're in the middle of is daydreaming about nothing specific, just how perfect everything seems? And that doesn't mean I don't think about my responsibilities. It's just that they really can wait. Things that feel like heavy burdens are easier to carry after you've rested. ☕💋