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The quiet, little life
Maybe trees, long walks and log fires.
My entire life, I’ve been rather consumed by the idea of being ‘successful’.
I never had a definition mind you, rather just this vision of me, power suit, important meetings, fancy car, impressive title. I thought, for the most part, that would be my life. Chasing that reality.
Last year I turned 30. Not much has changed since then but my perpetual need to do everything all at once is fading. My idea of a good day isn’t just consumed by all the things I can squeeze into a to-do list.
I’m not that bothered by being the most productive version of myself. I say that, I am writing this with a timer next to me but that’s mostly because I’ve got 34 minutes before work starts and I keep thinking about making coffee.
Stay on track Eve.
I’m starting to see that the things I love, can’t be ticked off a list. Instead, I find myself pursuing other, unmeasurable joys that have a beautiful impact on my life:
Long dog walks, my favorite movies, a spring clean, baking a cake, lighting a candle, reading my book, and doing a jigsaw puzzle (I know is this a sign I’m in my thirties).
Some things bring me unwavering amounts of happiness just from their pure existence, their…
