thoughts

I spend the days thinking about my life, constantly. Where did it all go wrong? Don't get me wrong, the south of france and having monty is amazing, but why do I always feel so empty? Nothing has ever been exactly fulfilling. Maybe only now am I able to figure myself out and make the most of life. What would my ideal day even look like? I'm not sure I even know. Maybe, based on so far, it would be a lie in with a good show to watch whike eating breakfast.... Breakfast being porridge with banana and maple syrup 😋 then maybe a nice long walk with the dog in a woods or on a beach. Then I'd pop to the shop for some lunch inspiration but really I think I'd eat a cucumber and smoked mackerel salad. Then I'd settle into a nice office space for some writing. Getting to grips with a novel is always amazingly fulfilling. Then I'd go out and meet someone. Maybe the opera or a dance performance.

That about sums up the bones of an ideal day. Based on any idea I've ever really had. Obviously waking up with someone to share the morning with would be a bonus and maybe swapping writing for making an artwork in a studio would even beat that. Then an art house film in the evening and it's golden. That's the stuff of dreams.