Art of Living

Recently I've been thinking about my days, my feelings and about the things I do. Not to forget - about the things I want to do and end up never doing them.

--- Problem ---
I guess I'm the type of person who wants to do everything - some would say that I can't sort out my priorities. They might be right to some extent, but as long as I'm happy with doing things my way, I won't change probably. The only problem I've noticed is that wanting to do so many activities logically results in not having enough time for all of them or forcing myself to work on myself all the time which leads to stress. Obviously as many others, I do procrastinate from time to time as well. Then I become nervous I'm not doing enough.
This was one of my craziest and scariest revelations. Why? Basically nobody wants or needs me to do anything, just myself. Which means I'm stressing myself. I can't relax. And that's scary. So I had to set up some new values or new system, because this was too frustrating.

--- Solution ---
Next step was to try to discover and find new approach. I started to come back to my small dreams which I kept putting off. The sort of in-a-movie moments.

Having breakfast in the garden.
Reading a book in a tree.
Making a creative wall.
Discover new food.
Buy things I wouldn't usually buy. (yeah, I try to save money too much)

I added these things on a list and was afraid I will run out of ideas soon. But they keep coming!

--- Realisation --- 
After a few days of not changing anything, I just said to myself: "Why not now?"
I discovered the magic of the moment... and the magic of stopping oneself. We might be thinking that we can't play like children - just go outside and do nothing, but opposite is true. We can. We just make different choices.
Lately I love to lie on the grass, listen to the trees and look at the clouds. I like to sit in a sofa while reading a book and eating blueberries. I like to turn on christmas lights and candles and play on guitar. I love to sit on the windowsill and observe the stars and the moon.

I came back to myself and discover again the art of living. There is no place to hurry, so just get out of the train.....

And yes, it seems I'm a hopeless romantic.