I have these dreams where I find myself completely alone. Single. In them, I feel depressed and cannot understand why I am still alone. I am an introvert who does not mind alone time but I am made for a couple relationship too. I need someone to come along with my plans, to follow my lead. When I wake up from those dreams, I feel a tinge of frustration for a moment. Confusion. Then I look to my right. I will be forever amazed that my husband sleeps there. Just a dream. I am not alone. But the fear remains and comes out lurking when I am at my most vulnerable, drifting in my sleep between consciousness and the deep layers of subconscious.
1. Own and live in a house.
A busy and tired day, not feeling at my best. Probably would have got more done if I had not drifted between my essay and pointless Internet searches. Ah, monkey mind!
2. Write AND publish a book.
Thought a lot about my own writing while writing a reflective essay on my creative portfolio. I intend to go on with the theme and produce loads of stories on Tallinners. Enough to compile a collection!
3. Win a major race.
Preparation for Saturday’s race, an easy run + some speedwork (5x200m). Not the freshest feeling but went fine. I did sleep for an hour when I got back indoors. Vety tired all of a sudden.
Photo of the Day
Photo actually taken on Sunday. Painting exhibition in Kehra. Jüri Sikka’s (local artist) delightful artwork.