Welcome to Day 2 of 100 Day Writing Challenge!
I had a very strange evening last night. I found a burst of energy from somewhere, and stayed up working till 3am. It felt like a tremendously clever life hack at the time, but of course I am paying the price for it today. It is 7:30pm, and I am tired. Can’t got to bed though, because I have my weekly movie date with my Swiss friend, and today we are watching Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, in light of it being Halloween tomorrow.
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I am working on an essay about love, which I hope to have posted by the end of the week. Love has been a lot on my mind, between my friends’ adventures and my own new relationship. I have always known that I have a very specific, unusual take on romance, love, relationships and partnerships but it is only recently that I have embraced my unique approach. I thought I would put down in writing, but as soon as I tried I realised I am not nearly as clear on my dating philosophy as I thought I was. Writing is really the gift that keeps on giving, though. The more I wrote and refined the essay, the more insight I was able to gather, and the clearer I became about my relationship goals. Writing that essay was like a month of Sundays in therapy. Highly recommend writing about things you are not totally clear about. I will post the essay on this blog soon (I hope).
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I am having a self-discipline problem, but I am not going to be too harsh on myself because I am only working on 3 hours of sleep today. But tomorrow better be a productive, stellar day because I seem to have taken much more time off work this week than time spent actually working.
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I went to my local market this past Saturday and spent some time browsing through the used book stall. I didn’t buy anything (too many unread books!) but I was taken down memory lane by many of the books displayed. Some of these were mega bestsellers when I was a kid (such simpler times!). These days I don’t read nearly enough books, but that doesn’t mean I have lost my love for them. I am still torn about whether I want a mega floor-to-ceiling bookshelf in my house. On the one hand, it collects dust and no-one re-reads books. Plus it will cost a fortune to actually fill it. On the other hand…books!
Thanks for reading,
