This Sunday I fed my baby and went off duty, on a twisty-turny drive along the coast. Those two hours of ‘freedom’ felt oh so sweet, like never before. I wondered why is that when I really had the freedom to do what I please with my day – I didn’t enjoy it as much…
Strangely, I’m happy not to have all that freedom anymore, as it feels deeper and more meaningful to savour it in small bites.
Perhaps there is magic in knowing that this won’t last too long, so I’m a lot more present with every moment of it?
Or maybe I should have been more grateful when I had more freedom and learnt to be more ‘with the experience’ even when it was in abundance?
Do you find it easy to enjoy things when there’s a limit on it? Or do you know a way to enjoy what you have in abundance?
I’m curious to hear your thoughts and process with this…
