Woke up at the break of day when the sun was still asleep.
I had a coffee and watched the light start to stroke the
clouds before I went for a careful run to the river.
Was late for breakfast, ate a bagel and pondered.
I’m still not sure I like bananas.
Sat with my legs draped on the wrong side of a chair.
Lost my keys.
Found them again. Things turn up when you need them. No use
stressing over it.
Reminisced the weekend. Smiled to self and was asked why.
Can’t say.
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I love telling stories, but sometimes I have a lot of trouble getting people to believe me.
I honestly live a cartoon life.
I'm sorry.
Are you allowed to yell at sloths?
Everything is either amazing or absolutely the worst thing ever. I am never lukewarm.
I'll either stay up for three days straight, or go to bed at 7pm.
2017 - the big year of whatever. 2018. The year of what.ever.
I went into 2017 thinking it was going to be a big turning point which was my first mistake. The pressure was on, and everything performed subpar.
I consider a lukewarm year worse than a bad one. How do you recover from 'just'. I know how to move from one extreme to the other and bounce back again. It's how I exist. I don't know how to slide from a nothing into a something.
That's why 2018 is just going to be just one long shrug. No worries. Hakuna Matata. no trouble. Just. a year of being.