Today was one of those days that made me feel like I was on holiday. It was super nice and warm and all I wanted to do was bask in the sun. Sadly, I had work to do and spent all day dreaming about the fun I could be having. (sigh)
I did however manage to spend a little time outside (whoop) and saw this:
thought for today...
|time is love.|
Take on the ol' Time is Money phrase perhaps? I suppose the more time we spend doing stuff that we hate/away from loved ones/etc is more time wasted on things other than love. Or perhaps finding what you love takes time...am I reading too much into this?
ps. fingers crossed the sun stays with us through the weekend x