enjoy the simple things

I already appreciate simple things a lot, but I still wanted to add this to my list so I’ll remember to keep doing it. One of my favorites is taking a nap right after a warm bath. n_n

I read this article in the paper today where this MBA grad decided to spend a year living the simple life. This meant he spent only on the necessities, no movies, no eating out, no frivolities. I wondered if I could make it work for me… in order to save money?

I want to enjoy the things I love more fully.
Switch off the tube and just listen to music, instead of multi-tasking everything….

Like right now!! bopping along to “All for You” by Sister Hazel, in my chair, before I get ready to go to bed:)

It’s the simple things that mean the most, so being able to sit down and relax, enjoy a nice breeze to it’s fullest and being able to fully appreciate what’s around you.. just really nice.

Yesterday I had my first soft boiled egg … ever. I’m 21! It was sooooooooooooo delicious!

I love catching up on all the things I missed out on as a kid.

monday night, walking down the beach at St Andrews with my dad in the sunset…

Yesterday I took the ferry over to Brodick on Arran. Watched the seagulls on deck and ate buttered toast in the restaurant.

Walked up Glen Rosa. So peaceful. So Beautiful. Sat on a rock and ate oatcakes and cheese. I will come back soon, to climb Goat Fell.

Explored Brodick Castle gardens. Beautiful rhododendrons. Beatiful everything. And so quiet because the castle doesn’t open for a few more weeks.

Walked along the beach. Went paddling … for a few seconds. It was Freezing! Sat on the beach eating fruit scones and drinking earl grey tea. The sun was still shining brightly. Watched a few boats sailing into Brodick.

And on the way back, a bowl of chips and a mug of tea in the ship’s restaurant.

This is the stuff life should be made of.

The smell of black tea leaves.

toasted pancakes with butter, in bed, on sunday morning = true bliss

• I especially like it when you sit across from a passenger on a train, and you have no where to look except at their disturbing frown after a long hard day’s work. Then suddenly they break out into a smile laughing talking on their cell phone. I love how schizo-fragmented people can be.