Day dreaming bliss. Drawing Luke Hockley.

How dare they!

Dear Self,

Yesterday some friends left me waiting for them for half an hour.

We were meeting for an early dinner and so I scrambled to leave the studio a little early, didn’t quite finish a thought or two, got myself to where I was going and then no one showed up.

On the way they kind of let me know they were running late, so I knew when I got there that I was now unnecessarily early.

I have to confess that I was a bit grumpy. It was a pressure filled day in a pretty busy week. Don’t they know I have things to do?

So I sat there for a minute or so wallowing in this. Then I realised something.

I had nothing to do.

The weather was absolutely perfect.

And I had nothing to do.

No meeting. No thing that had to be delivered. Nothing.

This half hour window was a blessing. A gift.

I lay on my back and looked up at the blue sky and day dreamed like a child.

By the time my friends turned up I was so grateful that they had given me this gift of time.


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Know someone who would appreciate this letter?

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