As I write at this moment, life is good.
It’s about 6 months since I last wrote about life being good. Too often we only tend to realise after the event – “Life was really good back then: wish I’d realised it at the time…” so I try to make a mental note of actually noticing and appreciating the pleasant moments when they occur.
However, today the weather is just about perfect – a warm sunny spring day, not too hot and enough of a breeze to keep the midges at bay.
And I wrote another 700 words of my novel this morning. “Is that all?” I hear you cry. But these were 700 really good words; words in an order that work well; words that make me think that maybe I have the potential to be a decent writer.
And this coffee tastes good too…