Some days I mess with my life too much where the simple turns complicated. Sitting outside in the alone chair was pure magic this morning in 67° temps, but I’ve been trying to find the right table to perch my coffee cup on while sitting in the chair. It needs to be low to the ground, so I took a little, wooden footstool out there with me and it worked, but am I really going to carry it out there every morning? I’m hesitant to leave it outdoors because it’s not made for that, plus it’s probably the same age as me.

I held the cup of coffee in my hands and pondered my options. If I really needed to release the cup, I could sit it on the planks of the porch, which still need repainting from this post here. By making continual shifts in our lives it’s easy to lose sight of what life has to offer. For now the cup can sit at my feet because life is only as complicated as we tend to make it my lovelies. Keep it simple.