For today’s prompt of breakfast, I decided to share my more grown up favorite. Many of you who read my posts know that I’m a big kid at heart and will happily chomp through a stack of pancakes or waffles, but I do often enjoy the simplicity of a coffee and a croissant. When we visit family in Paris, most mornings consist of just a fresh baguette and some jam, but when I can, I’ll try to sneak in a croissant instead. Honestly, I just really, really love food so nearly anything delicious will send me out the door smiling in the morning. But a buttery pastry has a way of making me smile just a little more. Of course, it’s not everyday, so that just makes it even more special. Life would be terribly dull if I could have every little thing I ever wanted whenever I wished for it. For me, the wishing is much of the fun. So now, after painting this little fantasy, I’ll certainly be heading off to sleep with a smile, still dreaming of croissants.
Actually, I”m not sure why, but I’m been having rather bizarre dreams lately. There’s a lot on my mind and it seems to all come clashing together when I sleep. I can’t remember the dreams precisely, but in one portion of last night’s dream, I do remember rushing to some meeting in an auditorium that I was horribly late in attending. While running through the front doors someone told me I was to be speaking there on some topic of which nobody informed me. Thankfully, I wasn’t naked or anything awkward like that known to happen in dreams, but for some reason I was indeed barefoot. I know I had shoes prior to entering the building, so this was concerning. Interestingly, the distraction of this was so consuming that a moment later I found myself on stage behind a podium ready to begin my speech. I sputtered into the microphone, “One should never skip breakfast, even if it means not having time to put on shoes.” This was met with applause for its absurd profoundness and I was then jostled awake by thunder and could only guess what came next.
I guess, in many ways, these posts are not dissimilar. They’re a riot of thought that zooms in whatever direction my fevered mind takes me. But now, as I think more about my impromptu beginning of that dream speech, surely meant to distract from my strange state upon arriving there, it does have a bit of truth to it. How we begin our day can guide all the events after that. If doing something we feel we have to do takes precedent over something we might enjoy more, then it sets the tone for the entire day. Or perhaps, I’m just reading too much into a bit of weird mind babble. But either way, I think I’m going to try to sneak in a little more fun in the mornings. I’m not sure what that entails yet, but I want to try something new and fresh to begin each day with a bit of childlike enthusiasm. No idea if it will make a difference, but one thing is certain. It will definitely be a lovely start to the day.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Nickel Azo Yellow, Leaf Green, Opus (Vivid Pink), Terra Cotta and Cobalt Blue. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!