
“It’s a nice morning to go sit in a cafe and journal/read.”
A thought I considered, and almost dismissed.
Until I sat with it…That thought was not a “present me” thought.
That was Future Me, enjoying a quiet Sunday outside of her house, at a cafe with the vibes she loves. She’s there with her journal, her thoughts, a delicious drink and a treat, and maybe even a book.
Because that’s how she sometimes chooses to spend her Sunday mornings.
And if she can…So can I. In this present moment.
And so I will.

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