2015
It's 6:25 am and this is a struggle I have lived with for ages, it seems. I cannot sleep, yet again, despite the 2 shots of Zzzquil I desperately drank at 10 pm.
I'm not going to stress about it any longer, anyway. Yes, I work in 6 hours, but on the bright side, it is Friday. This week of vacation time has been better than my Christmas break, I must say.
Since I last wrote here, there have been plenty of changes. I have a great job with a decent salary, I live by myself now, and I have been (slowly) getting back into shape. Life has improved for me greatly, and I can't complain.
In this day and age of Netflix, Spotify and Facebook, my hobbies have clearly shifted. When I used to write here, it was a great form of escape for me. I partook in songwriting, prose, dabbled in graphic design and even drawing.
Nowadays, my schedule consists of working out, going to work, coming home and watching TV, which is actually quite satisfactory for me. I am not as social as I was, I must admit, but I still make an appearance here and there. Mainly for birthdays events. My patience just isn't what it used to be, and lately, gulping a glass of wine by myself amuses me more than the company of my friends. Again, my patience just is not what it once was.
And I'm ok with that.
I have some projects this year that I would like to accomplish. Short term goals, if you will. No, it's not the typical weight loss goal, though I have been at it for some years, but that seems to be a long term goal by the way things are going. No, these goals are very superficial and irrelevant to everyone outside of myself.
*reveals the list*
I want a new bedroom, a new sleeper sofa, a black and white area rug, some portrait paintings, a food processor, a mixer, new pans and saucepans, a bluetooth speaker, new curtains to go with my new bedroom, new towels, a new bathroom rug, and a new Macbook Pro.
I may have squealed in glee just right now after typing it all out.
This list came about right after a reflection of the past year. My experience in giving birthday gifts and Christmas gifts. The self revelation that I absolutely DO NOT agree with the policy of "It's about giving, not receiving."
This is about to be quite a long tangent…
Gone are the days of me putting effort into giving gifts. The process behind giving a gift is what makes the experience worth it. I observe, learn, and measure the reaction coming from the person I give a present to. The price of the gift is irrelevant, mostly. The dedication and presentation of the gift is what counts. Any detail is of utmost importance, and I make sure it is known in the present. The reaction is so fulfilling, only up to the part when I receive the shittiest gift, or not receive acknowledgement at all.
Then it makes me think, and when I think, I get furious. I then proceed to my current spot: Being awake at 6:50 am, waiting for my sweet slumber to tide me over.
I just hope my reason to be awake at this time without any sleep next time involves somebody ridiculously attractive disrobed next to me. For Christ's sake.
Until next time. Good morning.
I'm not going to stress about it any longer, anyway. Yes, I work in 6 hours, but on the bright side, it is Friday. This week of vacation time has been better than my Christmas break, I must say.
Since I last wrote here, there have been plenty of changes. I have a great job with a decent salary, I live by myself now, and I have been (slowly) getting back into shape. Life has improved for me greatly, and I can't complain.
In this day and age of Netflix, Spotify and Facebook, my hobbies have clearly shifted. When I used to write here, it was a great form of escape for me. I partook in songwriting, prose, dabbled in graphic design and even drawing.
Nowadays, my schedule consists of working out, going to work, coming home and watching TV, which is actually quite satisfactory for me. I am not as social as I was, I must admit, but I still make an appearance here and there. Mainly for birthdays events. My patience just isn't what it used to be, and lately, gulping a glass of wine by myself amuses me more than the company of my friends. Again, my patience just is not what it once was.
And I'm ok with that.
I have some projects this year that I would like to accomplish. Short term goals, if you will. No, it's not the typical weight loss goal, though I have been at it for some years, but that seems to be a long term goal by the way things are going. No, these goals are very superficial and irrelevant to everyone outside of myself.
*reveals the list*
I want a new bedroom, a new sleeper sofa, a black and white area rug, some portrait paintings, a food processor, a mixer, new pans and saucepans, a bluetooth speaker, new curtains to go with my new bedroom, new towels, a new bathroom rug, and a new Macbook Pro.
I may have squealed in glee just right now after typing it all out.
This list came about right after a reflection of the past year. My experience in giving birthday gifts and Christmas gifts. The self revelation that I absolutely DO NOT agree with the policy of "It's about giving, not receiving."
This is about to be quite a long tangent…
Gone are the days of me putting effort into giving gifts. The process behind giving a gift is what makes the experience worth it. I observe, learn, and measure the reaction coming from the person I give a present to. The price of the gift is irrelevant, mostly. The dedication and presentation of the gift is what counts. Any detail is of utmost importance, and I make sure it is known in the present. The reaction is so fulfilling, only up to the part when I receive the shittiest gift, or not receive acknowledgement at all.
Then it makes me think, and when I think, I get furious. I then proceed to my current spot: Being awake at 6:50 am, waiting for my sweet slumber to tide me over.
I just hope my reason to be awake at this time without any sleep next time involves somebody ridiculously attractive disrobed next to me. For Christ's sake.
Until next time. Good morning.