one day you will wake up in the morning feeling calm and content in every corner of your body. you will spend the day doing things that remind you that your life is not perfect, but its little details make it wonderful all the same. you will visit places you’ve come to love, the little bakery, the library, the old bookstore, and the park, where you have picnics every weekend. you will paint often, read piles of new books, take candid photographs, bake your own bread, make your own strawberry jam, and write your own stories. your home will be cozy and welcoming, with plants, cushions, warm lighting and a fluffy cat that sleeps on your lap. there will be flowers and fruit trees in the garden, and a seat where you can read and watch the clouds, surrounded by sunlight and the sounds of nature. the things you once cried about are so far away in your memory that you barely think about them anymore. and you will sleep at night to ease the good kind of tiredness, the kind you feel on summer evenings after a day at the beach.