It’s not quite 9am and I’m sitting on the bedroom floor in a patch of sunlight knitting a sock. There are probably half a dozen things I could be doing instead – sorting out laundry, walking the dog, re-stringing the washing line (a job I’ve been avoiding for months), vacuuming - but instead, I am feeling the sun warm on my face and the yarn sliding through my fingers as I make each stitch.
This - sitting down and taking a moment - is something that I promised myself that I was going to do more of this year, and so far, I am managing to keep my promise.
It’s not always easy, in the hustle and bustle of the day, to make myself stop and sit down (without or without a cup of tea) but it’s becoming less of a battle with myself the more that I do it.