I don’t usually fancy myself hurrying through an early part of the day. Beginnings or introductions are things I believe we should savour and slowly bask ourselves in. Each familiar scent from the breakfast spread, each tapping beat of morning raindrops down the sides of our window, each hue of sunlight peeking through - breathe them all in. But skipping down those spiral stairs this morning felt good. The pinks and blues from the stained glass window reflected themselves on the white wall before me, in rhythms. Quick hues of sunlight rushed through the front window brushing themselves over my skin telling me the day was mine. I caught a sight of our wintry soaked boots greeting each other a
A while back, I started this spring-cleaning mission in hope to declutter two things - my home and my mind. I gave away clothes we’ve forgotten we had, threw away Halloween chocolate wrappers collected six years ago for reasons I no longer remember, arranged my daughter’s toys in obsessively specific categories like ‘Disney Princesses’ and ‘Sea Transportation’, and went borderline OCD, among other things. And somewhat naturally indeed, I gradually felt my mind finding utmost peace at this new form of orderliness around random nooks and crannies of our home (some, I shamefully just discovered). So much so, that I wanted to do more. What initially began with some basic rearranging of old furni
