Lately, I’ve been wishing I was anywhere but here.
I have a bad habit of romanticizing where I’ve been or where I could be.
The other day I was reminiscing through pictures on my phone, and I came across a quote that I screenshotted last October and it said…
“I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be infinite and boundless.”
When I screenshotted this last October I am sure I was overwhelmed with all of life. homework, track, and blah blah. At that time, the quote above sounded like the perfect life.
Well the other day when I found it, I realized I am living that exact life I had been wishing for.
Now that I have that exact life I wished for I’ve cried, I’ve complained, and I’ve have wished for normal life back. I want college, classes, church in person, stores, restaurants, friends, track, hugs, hugs, and more hugs. I always romanticize my future or past.
BUT I’m learning to romanticize today. I now love the slow and simple.
The beautiful part of quarantine has been that I have been given the opportunity to take in every sunset, listen to the birds when I wake up, read books, color in coloring books, learn new things, read my bible more, daydream, wonder, breathe, and I’ve also learned to hug the ones in my own home more. I loved life before corona but, I love this life too.
I’ve realized there will never be another time in our life that we can live this simply and slowly. So take it in.
If you too find yourself dreaming about what was or what is to be, like me, just remember to…
Romanticize today. Slow down and take it in. The only place you have to be right now, is right where your feet are. Under you. Here is the perfect place to be. Not tomorrow. Not Yesterday. Here.