Busy day, busy head, busy emotions, busy social traffic, too little sleep last night followed by a day filled with running and switching between all kind of different activities, a virtual good morning conversations between Amersfoort & Serrekunda about both soul and bowel movements, a skype meeting about a new project of which I don’t know if I want to hop into it, a telephonecall about something similar, answering emails and cluttering administrative shizzles, selling and sending books and in time in the car for going to the hospital with my mom, afterwards helping her out with her groceries and feeling pain in my heart as I see her standing completely lost in the store, a cup of tea in the garden at one and a half meter distance and a Team-meeting in between with colleagues in Amsterdam via my mobile, on my way home getting art supplies at the painting shop and gazoline at the gas pump and back at home djamming the drums with peeps all over the world, cooking and and folding the laundry …….. and when I say that it was a lot and I am tired of it, then my precious one, who I mostly speak a moment at the end of my day, says that it sounds like a beautiful day.

As in ‘optimally lived’.

And I think of djembe teacher Abu who said that the typical Dutch expression ‘why make it difficult if you can do it easy?’ doesn’t make sense, because we tend to be difficult anyway πŸ˜‚

Sooooooo, yep, what a beautiful day this was !! How up to the max I lived. πŸ˜‰πŸ‘ŠπŸ’ƒπŸ˜ And oeh, how I love this precious one for always reflecting me the positive side.


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