There is always room.

'There is always room for love.

There is always time.'

When my eyes are closed various things happen. I might feel inspired to do something, but most of the time i feel like a nap after a long morning of 'requests' from my two year old boss which are actually demands. However, i try and see the glass as half full most of the time. A guy i was speaking to today was trying to convince me of the 'terrible twos and aren't they shocking and oh my' but i continually repeated to him that although Jude is intense, i don't like to think of it this way. Complaining and whinging won't make this time any easier. Repeat. Repeat. Breathe. Repeat. (I'm all for a good cry/whinge/moan/scream when it's needed, rather than holding it all in and pretending everything is fine. But a constant hum of complaints does nuttin' for noone, especially the complainer.)

Anyway.

Sometimes i feel like getting up and having a spoonful of nutella.

Sometimes i feel like having a bath.

Sometimes i feel like puttering around the house, moving things around but not really actually cleaning anything.

Sometimes i feel like making something. Crappy - but made with love.

And sometimes when my little heart decides it has enough inspiration and wants to do what it used to have time for day in day out - it comes up with some words. Sometimes a song, sometimes a poem, sometimes a list of affirmations and dreams and things that long to be put on paper.

This is what came out the other day, short and sweet.

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