So the work begins - but I guess it had to at some point in time ( Read more... )

Emerged relatively wound-free. The phone did not ring and there was a strange deep seated anxiety that it might not ring at all ( Read more... )

Things to do when work begins:

1. Set up my swear jar and stick to it.
2. Piece together what little is left of my spiritual life and try and revive it.
3. Find something to be thankful for or smile about everyday. At least once.
4. Post once a day - just to stay sane.

Maybe I'll survive better.

n. the desire to hold on to time as it passes, like trying to keep your grip on a rock in the middle of a river, feeling the weight of the current against your chest while your elders float on downstream, calling over the roar of the rapids, “Just let go-it’s okay-let go.”

Hi 3am, it's been a while.

I think I have come to conclude that the feeling I hate the most in the world is guilt. It eats at you from inside in a way that other emotions don't. And whereas when you're feeling sad or dejected it can become a you against the world situation, guilt is a kind of war with yourself - with the other part of you that you've always hoped to deny. ( Read more... )

"It is good to think that you first love should have been pure poetry. Treasure the moments, for the immortal gods have given you the Greatest Gift of All, and it will be a sweet, sad memory till your dying day. You will never again enjoy that careless rapture. First love is best love; and she is beautiful and you are young, and all the world is ( Read more... )

"Feel acutely sad at the prospect of having lost someone, but realize that having had someone in your life who hurt to lose (and who was important enough to matter) is a gift in itself."

"If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt." - Before Sunrise ( Read more... )

Fifteen days of travelling really drains a person. I remember tugging my luggage out on the 1st, wondering what had possessed me to arrange back to back holidays and think I'd survive it all. Then as the weather threatened to turn Europe back to December like conditions, I just got more sian. But at the end of the fifteen days, a small part of me ( Read more... )