Luckily I don’t need to be chasing bucks,
I can breathe through stressless days;
I’m not surrounded by some useless fucks
who always listens to what someone else says.
I’m not nostalgic for the weekend gone
and not living for the one that’s coming,
Today is the day to get things done,
I’d rather savour the walk than running.
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful for my dreams – for my dream last night which I know was stimulating and interesting though right now it is out of reach again. I do remember meeting my favourite student, Cake, and she was happy to see me again.
The weekend made me so tired because I like to stay up late watching TV and then reading before going to sleep. Yesterday, Sunday, I went to bed at 7.30, read until 9 and couldn’t understand what I was reading, so went to sleep.
Sometimes I long for those days of finishing school on Friday, partying with friends, bumming around without direction, making our own mischief until Sunday evening came and the weekly bath indicated that that time was gone.
Amy has the possibility to go to the UK to work with Bookie, and it has got me wondering about returning to the UK. Also, Rupert is living in Holt now and is contemplative of how, no matter how much he travelled, he has ended up back close to where he started. Is that our destiny?
Sometimes I miss winter, but feel confident that going through another one would cure me of it!
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