Eighteenth Monday: “Not a day goes by without me thinking about my business. And how very dear it is to me.”
I think about happiness every single day.
I think about it in general and what it means to me. I think about peace and happiness and how happiness comes with peace.
And vice versa.
Not a day goes by without me thinking about my business. And how very dear it is to me. I can’t say I was unhappy in my day-job, before starting as a full-time photographer, but I wasn’t happy either.
Not a day goes by without me thinking that it sure feels like a weekend or holiday of some sorts all. The. Time. I thought it would’ve faded by now. Because of the hectic March and even more hectic April. First trimester is soon over and I still have my head in the clouds.
When I did photography during evenings and weekends and holidays I learned to associate the part-time entrepreneurship to pleasure. Day-job was obligatory. Or at least I thought so.
So actually it’s not strange at all that my present day-job feels like a holiday or a weekend. It’s just so strange that the feeling won’t go away.
I guess it’s called happiness.
Breakfast at the cottage:
Slice of full-corn bread with roasted ham, cheese and tomato slices. Glass of multivitamin juice. Two cups of coffee. Candy.