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Watching the sun rise in a coffee bar in London and they have Ella singing ‘Manhattan’ on. The Mott Street line triggered some thoughts about the sights and smells of Chinatown markets in the humid August sun…
Which then turned into thoughts about happiness.
Then came the reflection that for most of my life I had a picture of what good looks like (in terms of work) that consisted of large blocks of time with me in cool places doing exactly what I believe in etc.
Having now orbited the sun a few times I can begin to reflect that happiness has been moments. Some lasted a few months, some just an hour, but what I’m thinking now is I should really try and enjoy those moments more, because ultimately that’s what’s in the room with me…
OK back to updating Mural;-)