Well, my friends, I made it. 365 days of Tiny Pleasures. A quiet sense of satisfaction for sticking to my word and showing up every day is sitting with me as I sit at my desk to write the last one. It’s been a year of ups and downs and roundabouts, but the pleasures have
The leaves dance on my notebook as I sit in the dappled shade with a view of the sea. Maybe they'll inspire some art.
I'm not at all consistent in writing a journal but I do it most days. The process is really quite helpful for tidying the mess in my head.
The precision and feel of a freshly sharpened pencil. It makes writing so attractive.
And just like that I've ticked over the century. 100 daily posts of Tiny Pleasures. It's a good thing for me and I hope it's making a tiny difference to your days too. Keep noticing the tiny pleasures!
Et voilà, here we are at the end of February. That extra day is fun when it rolls around every four years. Sixty daily posts and many tiny pleasures injecting joy into the days. There is pleasure in deciding to do something and then doing it. See you in March!
A year ago I decided to write a daily blog dedicated to things that make me happy. Being a leap year, today - 366 - marks the end. I usually write at the end of the day and it has become a lovely daily habit to find something that makes me smile before slipping into
Sending off the paper, finally, with all the angst of 'it's probably still garbage' and 'I could do more work on it', is a liberating feeling. That's it, nothing more can be done. If it's rubbish, so be it; if it needs works, the reviewers will tell you; but for the moment there is nothing
Some writing is a pleasure, like this blog. A little whim that emerges in text as I sit at the keyboard. I can write whatever takes my fancy and I try to stick to one paragraph. Sometimes it's harder to write something shorter than longer, but I enjoy the crafting. Writing an academic paper is
