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Over the last few weeks I've spent a lot of time attempting to decide what I should do this summer: stay in London, find a job, take a course, or come home, take back my old job (hell) or find a new one, decide decide decide. Each option has a bunch of pros attached to it and an equal number of cons. I've really gotten nowhere so far. I'm still pretty lost.
But, somehow, I've realized that there are only four main things that I really want to do this summer: 1. write all the time, 2. run fast everyday, 3. drink wine, and 4. dance to new order. Really. That's all. That's all that I require out of life in order to be happy- why didn't I realize this sooner?
Now I just need to decide on a steadfast "summer plan" that will incorporate those four essential things. Go.
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But we all know my horrible track record with plans. This afternoon I had a plan to start reading "Waiting for Godot"- that was hours ago. The book has yet to be lifted off my bedside table. I could start right this instant, I could, but I think I'll sleep instead, because I just looked outside and the view from our new house is of this huge cliff surrounding the etobicoke creek and it's been snowing all day and the entire scene is white and dead and winter-y and decidedly UNhappy and...yeah, sleep.
But, somehow, I've realized that there are only four main things that I really want to do this summer: 1. write all the time, 2. run fast everyday, 3. drink wine, and 4. dance to new order. Really. That's all. That's all that I require out of life in order to be happy- why didn't I realize this sooner?
Now I just need to decide on a steadfast "summer plan" that will incorporate those four essential things. Go.
...
But we all know my horrible track record with plans. This afternoon I had a plan to start reading "Waiting for Godot"- that was hours ago. The book has yet to be lifted off my bedside table. I could start right this instant, I could, but I think I'll sleep instead, because I just looked outside and the view from our new house is of this huge cliff surrounding the etobicoke creek and it's been snowing all day and the entire scene is white and dead and winter-y and decidedly UNhappy and...yeah, sleep.