There’s a reason I’m recycling this picture. Even though I look nothing like it anymore. The hair isn’t as short, for one. The days of endless relaxation have pulled a disappearing act. I haven’t read a book in weeks now. I haven’t been to the beach in forever.
Yet, the picture is here because it speaks of a certain frame of mind. The kind I want and crave. To internalise things. To think, mull over and act. But that is not to be. It’s another weekend of work. Which means another weekend of not doing what I am in the picture. Read. Chill. Not necessarily by the beach, but just chill. After a fairly good week, I was looking forward to a weekend to myself, after ages. Largely because exciting times are upon us. I have lots to tell. But I need some time to wrap my head around it all. Things are happening so fast, I’m barely able to keep up.
Which brings me back to the picture. And the need for some space, to just be. In order to plan what is to happen next. For that, I need to be in a certain frame of mind. The kind that I am in, in this picture from a long time ago.