Apr 17, 2016 16:05
Writing is not safe. Poetry is not safe.
Those are the last words I wrote in my joural, I wrote them last sunday, not a single word written since then. Is my life worse because of it? That's the question, isn't it. There are already so many things on my calendar, things I have to force myself to do and remember; I don't want to add "write in journal" to that. I want to have less things on my calendar, not more. What I want is to live a good life without having constantly check things on my calendar. Which means, concentrate on what matters. For which I'd have to find out what really matters. For me. Because at 41, I still don't know. Charming.
Meanwhile, back to the textbook self-help basics: take each day as it comes. Breathe. Smile. When in doubt, slow down, stop doing anything, just look out the window.
Just make sure there's always a window.