Aug 31, 2009 11:42
I don't know. I spent the whole summer doing nothing and somehow, it doesn't bother me. Maybe I accepted my inertia and stopped living in denial. Or maybe I need prolonged non-active periods of time in order to have very productive spells shortly after. Do I feel productive right now? Yes. Am I concerned with results? Not so much, which is probably a step forward.
I'm starting my new role in a fairytale this September: I'm moving in with Julian. Two bedrooms, a beautiful green area and a lot of little shops that he loves. I'm not gonna wear a tiara or puke rainbows but I'm fairly happy everything is turning out well.
I wish I was someone else all the time. It's probably a sign of mental illness. Soon enough I will be watching myself from distance or stop seeing boundaries between me and my surroundings (that actually happens from time to time).