Google Photos holds all kinds of treasures in its chest. My old photo albums. My colourful past. Lately, I’ve been losing myself into these albums. I don’t miss all of this. I wouldn’t want to be heavier than now (at one point, I was 10 kg heavier, ugh). I wouldn’t want to be as slow as I used to be. I like being a competitive runner. But I do miss the energy I used to have. How I got everything done. How I had all these hobbies. Belly dance. Pole dance. Burlesque. Rescuing stray cats. When I started running more seriously, I kind of drifted away from performing arts. Running requires time. Still, I feel that the more I do, the more I can. The more energy I have. I need the pressure. I need to force myself. If I have do much spare time in my hands, I become lazy. I lose focus. I drift. Some days I don’t even know what I’d been doing for the entire day. No results to show. This angers me. I want more. I was born for so much more. I can do it if I just do it. So I’ve decided to take up dancing again. Go out more with my sister. Dance at concerts. Enjoy life. Talk to people more. Be less of an introvert. There will be time when I can be completely with myself. There always will. World, I am ready to reinvent myself. Welcome me in your arms. Let’s awake that rocker I have been hiding deep underneath other layers. I don’t want to be boring anymore.
1. Own and live in a house.
A bit more serious day at work. Translations, two massages. But I could do so much more!
2. Write AND publish a book.
Reading day. Enjoying bits and pieces of Zadie Smith’s NW.
3. Win a major race.
No running, not yet, although I’d thought that I might be ready. I did go to yoga. Let’s say that it was fairly easy, but my heart rate hasn’t been that high in yoga before! Some muscles still sore!