… you’re pure magic.
”To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist”
– Oscar Wilde
Sundays are for dark nights. Sunset, warm bed sheets and messy hair. The cold, fresh air passes through the open window, kissing the soul. Feeding it hope. Despite the rain it’s still a new night. A new night to catch dreams. To wish upon a star. Remember to dream big. Nevertheless, it’s the night time – everything is possible with a little bit of faith and a good night’s sleep.
I’m grateful for the sunlight kissing my skin. For raindrops. For practising yoga and stretching out every inch of my body, getting more flexible every day. I’m grateful for every book that I’ve been reading. For the music. For the vegan coconut mint-chocolate ice cream (oh, that was a long name). I’m grateful for my bike. For the first swim of the summer. For ending every workout session with boxing. I’m grateful for writing about everything and nothing. For being able to breathe lightly, feeling the pressure leaving my shoulders.
I’m grateful for a beautiful weekend. For taking care of myself. For my body. I’m grateful for the food I’ve been eating. For spirulina, for coffee. I’m grateful for wonderful memories. For many more to come. For trusting life. I’m grateful for finally starting to practise what I preach. For enjoying my own company. For all the loving people in this world. I’m grateful for understanding exactly which dogs I need in my life. For the happiness. For the love, and for the joy. I’m grateful for every second I’ll get to spend on this planet. Enjoying the sea, the wind, the sun and the moon. I’m grateful for the power, bigger than I could have ever imagined.