moody's mood

The past few days got me wearing either a leather jacket or a trench coat. Grey skies and mesonoxian blues are the perfect phrases to describe the mid-July scenery. On a rainy day even rabbits sleep soundly and don't pay much attention to their daily pleasures which include conquering new territories in my flat or being overfed with fresh parsley and fennel. 

I've been trying to make use of all the lists some bloggers make trying to give some advice on what to do when it pours and rains but somehow none worked for me. I ended up reading the list and thinking that I better sit in my safe base aka on the sofa and dwell upon different thing, checking the internet from time to time to have my faith in humanity restored (or not). I took a few walks, didn't get tempted (as for now) by adverts screaming sale! right in my face, surprised My Boy with a book on the uniforms of the Roman World and had really great time doing nothing. Yes. I've been lazying around most of the time in my own square meters or in my hometown and life is great. There's nothing wrong with stopping for a while and spending the whole evening picking the right pencil for your mandala. And there's absolutely nothing wrong in being a little bit too selfish and taking a break from reality, Messenger and other social activities. 

We live in a world in which having spare time, the time for ourselves, is a real luxury (even for fashion bloggers whose lives look like a dream but living between continents and time zones doesn't always sound cool, right?). Even for the rich. A few minutes during the day to stop and think are something not many can afford. The overwhelming need to be faster, better, stronger won't let some enjoy their few weeks off from work. 

I must confess, being the workaholic that I am, it's been hard for me to write all these words. After all everyday I promise myself I'm gonna do more for the blog, I'm gonna read some more, I'm gonna clean my closet, I'm gonna write so much and I'm gonna go here and there and...and in the end I don't. There were times when this would make me feel guilty. But these days are gone. Someone once told me: it's good to be absent from anything and everything from time to time. That's the only way to see things from a new perspective. So if you don't feel like replying to another silly link a friend sends you on Facebook, catching them all or sweating butts off at the gym to get that bikini body, just  d o n ' t. There's absolutely no need to try to fit in someone else's vision of perfect whatever. Variety is the spice of life and as long as we don't come to see this, there's no way we're ever gonna enjoy the simple things in life. 

Life's not perfect but that's what makes it so beautiful. Stop and smell the rain (or sand/sea/flowers depending on current weather conditions there where you are).