Time. It has always been my worst enemy. No matter how hard I try to organize it, to play by its rules and make friends with it, we simply don’t get along. At the end of the day, I am always a halfway through my “to-do” list and never have the chance to get to the “unplanned”, spontaneous things.
My husband says I’m making plans as I would have 240 instead of 24 hours a day. Well, I guess the problem is with me, maybe I really try to do EVERYTHING, or just have high expectations or the most logical of them all: My perception of time is awfully wrong… I would like to ask all those pretty ladies who I follow on Instagram, who post those beautiful photos of them enjoying a moment to themselves, a breakfast in bed, a cocktail in the middle of the week and picnic every Saturday …. Do tell me, please, is there a pile of unfolded clothes behind your camera? What will you have for lunch tomorrow? Did you finish that article you’re supposed to finish a week ago? Did you manage to go for a run this morning? HOW ON EARTH YOU HAVE THE TIME TO DO EVERYTHING, WHEN THERE ARE MILLION LITTLE THINGS TO BE DONE?
If you are somewhat different than me, I’m asking you for advice.. I would really like to know how do you magically find that perfect balance between life and work, when work seems never done?
I guess it’s called prioritizing. Or balance. Or another fancy word that I probably skipped in the dictionary.
Whatever it is, that’s what I did this Sunday. I dropped everything else and decided to prioritize this: a brunch for two on the balcony, rosé in the middle of the day and a “I don’t care ‘bout’ nothing else” attitude in the following couple hours.
The oatmeal crepes recipe has been sitting in my bookmark folder since forever. I finally decided to give it a try and it turned out pretty good, even though I’m not the best crepes maker, to be honest. My crepes, even the basic ones have always been a little thicker, but, hey, at least I’ve admit it!
To compensate about the imperfectness of my crepes, I opened a bottle of rosé and put a nice summer-ish playlist in the background. A little party never killed nobody.
It felt unrealistically good to sit and enjoy the moment. To actually do nothing.
Il dolce far niente, as my fellow Italians would say.
Simple, pure moments of happiness.
How was your Sunday?