It’s still dark when the alarm goes off, worth it though on a Saturday morning when there is a lovely lady back home to call. I fix tea and eat a pain au chocolate while I wait for us to connect.
I get off the phone with my favourite Miss Pippa Tucker in time to see this:
There is something about watching the sun rise that prepares you for the day. It makes you think of new beginnings, while bringing a bit of quietness to the soul.
There are a lot of thoughts swirling around inside my head this morning; they’ve been nattering at me for a few weeks now but today they are assertively demanding attention. It’s the kind of attention that requires sitting down with an empty notebook, a freshly sharpened pencil, and mug of hot lemon water. This will be, it feels like, a serious goal setting session.
It makes me think of you, Lindsay Morgan, because you’re the one who inspired me to write down my goals. Thanks for that. And as it turns out, all of those noisy and clamouring thoughts? They turned into two very simple goals:
I speak french everyday.
I remember that change it good.
Everything else will come when it is time. For now, that means breakfast.