LVII

Today I did not one productive thing. Is this permissable within a week of returning from (a long and mind blowing, hot-sun-ruddy-cheeks-wide-eyes kind've) holiday? When there is so much to be done? Surely not. And yet here I am, still standing. I seem to do no-productive-thing more and more often these days, in an attempt to understand what it even means to be productive, and whether the things we ought to do really are the things we ought to do...? That aside - these musings shall perhaps rear their head more substantially later - consider yourself warned that I have just returned from said glorious holiday, and that telling images will soon surface with all the expected #wanderlust to ensue and #humblebrag-ging, etcetera.

xo

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XLIV

Lovers Anonymous.

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XXIV

Its raining. Hard. And I’m reminded that life is a beautiful, heady, overwhelming thing. So much feeling crammed into so few hours of every day. You wake up tired, or hungry, or hungover, or anxious, sometimes you wake up peacefully or with great anticipation. You stagger – we all stagger – into your daily routine. Breakfast, lunch, dinner; for the lucky amongst us they sign post our days and help to compartmentalize our thoughts. “If I could just submit this report by lunch,” “I’ll meet you at 6 o’clock for dinner,” “Its only been 2 hours since  breakfast!? I’m starved.” We love the moments that we love and every other moment falls into a category of fear, anxiety, regret, stress, pressure, embarrassment, anger, frustration, uncertainty, oh the list goes on. All of these in a day, sometimes, and a million more besides.

But that’s life at the micro level. That’s life lived small, moment-to-moment, taking stock of everything that go’s right, or go’s wrong, and tipping the scales of our minds with them to see where we end up.

I do not wish to live a small life.

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