8 am a warm bowl of semolina sits in front of me. Slowly going down by the spoonful. As it does I scroll down my Insta feed, double-clicking away on posts. Reading through many lengthy paragraphed and one lined quotes. One that I wanted to share is by Mandy Hale
“You will get there when you’re meant to get there”
Another one of life’s too short reminders. Since it is I’ve, therefore, drafted a crazy long bucket list. One that I cannot see an ending to. Fully crammed with places to visit and brownies to devour (when I’m not sugar-free). Starting with the smallest things, I’m slowly crossing my way through the list.
As night begins to fall, I glance over the remainders of my marked list. Looking forward to another day of optimism. Lifes too short to allow worries to lie to me. I find solace in drawing. One of the few things on my list is learning Islamic art the digital way and writing until my heart’s content. Sharing whatever comes to mind.
Blame It On Art 