"measuring a summer's day/I only find it slips away to grey"
The summer is almost done. It scares me sometimes how time flies, even when you're really not having fun, ie at work. I think it's just busyness though, when you're booked up you can't relax.
I don't know if I accomplished a lot this summer. Every year I have really high expectations of myself and every year I fail. I've been really good at getting to the gym (6 days/wk on average) and playing sports, but I haven't really done much else personal development... like read literature or practice guitar or learning something new.
These next two days are going to fly by as well.. my last days at work, possibly my last days at Scotia.. last time to see Zo, who is heading to Calgary.. at least it's in the country, but it will be so weird without having him around next year. He's probably the one person who can always read how I'm feeling.
Then Vancouver, O-Week, cottage, and school starts for real - scary.
Tangerine. Living reflection from a dream.
I make little sense i the morning (before coffee). I apologise for the lack of coherence in this post.
I don't know if I accomplished a lot this summer. Every year I have really high expectations of myself and every year I fail. I've been really good at getting to the gym (6 days/wk on average) and playing sports, but I haven't really done much else personal development... like read literature or practice guitar or learning something new.
These next two days are going to fly by as well.. my last days at work, possibly my last days at Scotia.. last time to see Zo, who is heading to Calgary.. at least it's in the country, but it will be so weird without having him around next year. He's probably the one person who can always read how I'm feeling.
Then Vancouver, O-Week, cottage, and school starts for real - scary.
Tangerine. Living reflection from a dream.
I make little sense i the morning (before coffee). I apologise for the lack of coherence in this post.