Today I woke up, took paper-and-pencil, and wrote a poem about taking time for oneself, as some kind of gratefulness for being able to enjoy self-awareness. A

Today I woke up, took paper-and-pencil, and wrote a poem about taking time for oneself, as some kind of gratefulness for being able to enjoy self-awareness. A bit later I red it to my daughter, and she replied with a poetry learned at preschool (she’s 5). Now, what I didn’t make was to work on some of these digital projects I have, or looking for some new career opportunities. And part of me was a bit upset for this, to be transparent. Reading this article though, sent me back to the words of my little derisory poem, and recalled me how the most rewarding things can come from the tiniest endeavours.