Back to these. Something shorter and without pressure. I am redefining what a productive day means to me. Going for a walk, five or six kilometres in almost freezing temperatures. Making coffee and drinking it consciously. Cooking a meal for both of us with an intention. Not waiting for the right moment because it’ll never come; it’s always now. Reading for an hour or two even. Listening to an audiobook without drifting away after five minutes. Setting intentions. Knowing that I am not the body nor the mind. Focusing on living and not on being productive.