FOUND MYSELF DOING

I found myself dancing in the living room.

I found myself binge-watching old movies instead of studying for exams.

In the library, I found myself engrossed in a captivating novel for hours.

As I scrolled through social media, I found myself comparing my life to others.

Walking in the rain, I found myself smiling without any particular reason.

While perusing the ancient manuscripts, I found myself deciphering the intricacies of cuneiform script.

Lost in the labyrinth of mathematical proofs, I found myself deriving the fundamental theorem of calculus.

Surrounded by the ethereal beauty of the cosmos, I found myself contemplating the mysteries of dark matter.

Amidst the aromas of exotic spices, I found myself concocting a culinary masterpiece with avant-garde flavors.

Yesterday, I found myself doing the laundry despite having other plans.

As I looked in the mirror, I found myself doing a double take at my reflection.

During the meeting, I found myself doing doodles on the notepad instead of taking notes.

I found myself doing the dishes again last night.

I found myself doing yoga every morning.