You know the feeling when the alarm rings and you can’t even budge? This is how my mornings have been lately- my body stiff with exhaustion, my limbs aching and my head throbbing with pain. It’s your own fault, I sometimes tell myself, but then it isn’t really, it’s just how this line of work is, either too much or too little to do. A lawyer colleague of mine put it well when I asked him the casual “How’s it going?” and he replied “It’s going to hell, all right”. Haha!
It’s April already and all the changes I was set on making in my life this year haven’t happened yet. I’m still chasing assignments, going to places when I shouldn’t (because I now have photography courses twice a week and I’m trying to build a family, too), I’m no closer to discovering my own voice in all this mess in my head, the further I come, the longer the road seems to be. When I think I want to work as a photographer, it turns out I probably don’t, not if it requires all these technical skills, at least. Then I want to write and there’s no time and when I have time I’m too tired to even think and all I want to do is drink Ferrari and peel my nails while pondering if I miss human companionship or not and end up calling a friend. Continue reading
How are you, my darlings? I feel nobody’s reading blogs anymore, at least nobody seems to be interested in anything I have to say, or am I mistanken? Anyways, I like to write, so I’ll keep on writing regardless of readers. It’s mainly for therapeutic reasons, to keep me from talking to myself- haha! 😉
I’m living my best life for the time being, going to photography courses twice a week, working either too much or too little and in between sitting with a beer or a glass of wine in cafés and writing short stories. I think I might just have cracked the code, writing comes easier and so do the stories that want to be put down on paper. (No, I don’t write them down with a pen, I’m not that old-fashioned!)
I finally got around to writing this entry on donuts, I’m behind with everything and I’d nap all day if I could, just like a cat. Spring teased us a couple of days last week, but since then it’s been snowing a bit and now it’s just soggy and foggy- yikes! From my living-room window I can see the pine tree tops in the distance and the snow melting on the balcony- remind me to go outside and hang Sam’s mouse on a hook to dry, or else it’ll be moldy by Monday!
The smell of fresh coffee, the neighbor’s drill, the morning fog and Sam curled up like a fox on his door mat on the balcony. Mornings like this make me feel so much alive! It’s Monday again and somehow it only makes it better, because everyone else is working. I have tons of things to do myself, but no pressure when it comes to any particular order. Even Sam doesn’t seem to mind having to wait a bit for his walk. He came in, gave me a peck on the cheek, or rather let me ruffle him a bit, then we had a go at playing ball, meaning I threw it and he fetched it and went outside with it. Game over.
This week has been so busy it’s a wonder I’m still alive! Apart from working full days in court, I had Sam to walk in the afternoon and photography courses Tuesday and Thursday after hours. 😉 And if you think that interpreting in court for a whole day is like working in the office from 9-5, think again! People can’t even be bothered to turn on the microphone, they speak without exhaling and they generally lack any sign of professional courtesy. So imagine your head spinning with legal sections and subsections, slightly hungry and fedd up the world and then trying to sit still in class and socialize a bit during the breaks, too. Y-ha! 😉
Good morning, Saturday! 😉 It’s been snowing for a couple of days now, big, wet flakes dancing down, I’ve watched them from the comfort of my home and felt happy that I have a place to call my own
Yesterday I felt like writing, and so I started reminiscing about that one time when my father came home with a huge suitcase and told us to pull down the blinds, before revealing its contents: green bananas! It was the communist era and we hadn’t seen bananas yet, but it was easily understood they were a black market find and consequently something to cherish. 😉 Continue reading