Saturday 2:05 AM
I still keep a couple of hard copy of my thoughts – my old but nevertheless trusted diaries back at home tucked and hidden inside my unappealing crumpled box. This is especially for the sleepless nights when I should be dreaming after a weary day at work. For a number of reasons that keep me up (PMS, vitamins with Beta-blockers, high dose of caffeiince throughout the day, a workout 2 hours before my bed time .-whatever) It’s just so hard for me to fall asleep.
Where am I again? Oh yeah. Diaries are for my stream of consciousness. Whenever I feel like my thoughts deserve to be inked on paper or something. This is not for anyone but my future self. Because right now I enjoy reading entries I made five years ago. Stupid fantasies that make me realize how much I matured today. But I am still learning, bit by bit but certainly.
I still keep a couple of notebooks and scrap papers with uncanny doodles and notes on them because not everything in my life should have a hash tag on Twitter, a Like on Facebook or a certain number of views in my blog (ooh ironic because I’m gonna post this in a bit).
For the past months, I keep on saying that everything will be okay. I don’t expect everything to be perfect and I know that nothing will be at their best state. But for now, I must say that things are definitely better. A lot better. Although I know that like all things (good or bad) this too shall pass, I want to get a grip on this. I’m at peace and I’m pleased. In fact I’m on my second cup (2/4) of cappuccino here on my ultra comfortable desk chair while I’m writing this. Yup as shallow as it may sound, one of the best things in life is not having to haste on to submitting your reports. And yes, finally I can approve that coffee saves the
shift day when you only have four hours of sleep. Life’s good. Cheers.
Anyways, some of the good reads this week:
* Discuss people, to understand them more.
*If I hadn’t trusted my instincts,I would have missed out on something amazing.
* Suicide is not a sign a person is weak, it’s a sign the battle with depression as lost.
* I had a every nasty habit for the majority of my life: I kept far too close the people that were nothing but toxic for me.
(this is terrible but I can’t quote the authors because I have lost track of where I got them) oops.