A quiet weekend morning is one of my most favourite parts of any day. Although I wish the same could be said for the weekday mornings, its been a work in progress (as per my New Years Intents here).
Come Saturday or Sunday, I thoroughly look forward to sitting in the morning sunlight, alongside fresh flowers that I pick up at the farmer’s market every Saturday , reading my favourite weekly newspaper. I brew hot coffee in the beautiful French press my sister gave me, and once pressed, add a splash of cream. Coffee in hand, I reflect on the past week’s accomplishments, and what I have yet to do in my gold dotted notebook. I then usually sip on a homemade greens juice, while starting to get ready for the day.
When life seems to pass by so quickly with the constant hustle of the everyday grind, its comforting to realize that the sheer joy of my morning routine is simply that its slow and simple.