To nourishing self. I set the place mat for one, with pretty bowl for the mixed veggies and another one for soup. This morning, I wake up early to stop at the Flour cafe downstairs to enjoy a milk bun and black honey filter coffee with almond milk. “This one is more suble and espresso is an aggressive way of extracting more flavor”. I laugh and say I need more subleness in my life.
I went to sleep at 11pm, after sending necessary emails and buying a birthday present for my niece on Amazon. To qualify to free delivery, I scroll to see what I can buy for myself. I settle on a clear Nalgene water bottle whose lid is attached to the bottle with wide opening.
I wake up tired, feeling sleep deprived and overworked. I find myself ravenous. This is a good thing, after working my brains and mouth all day.
Then I take stock of my last two weeks as the nearly hot washes away the soap. Where there was a lull, I find ways to help others. The lullaby to let the creative in me to sleep. Extinguishing the space needed to let the song play out, gentle notes escaping into the screen through these finger tips.
What serves me? Who serves me? Me. The habit of looking for and filling the gap – I have seen myself do this at work during the past two weeks. It is now time to step back and focus on my work, with the team size growing to 10. I am measured based on my house’s output, not other’s. I’m happy to have seen this after two weeks, and not months.
Open sesame. Open the door to unlock the song in me.