Yesterday as I was sitting on the train to Cologne I was checking my pulse (just out of habit, some of you might remember that bit of unresolved quick-pulse trouble I had to deal with last spring). Anyway, there I was counting and finding it just a tad too quick for someone my age quietly sitting down. Surprise, surprise. So it got me thinking (ooh, always risky, that!). I was trying to remember...
When was the last time that I was completely and totally relaxed? I mean truly. With no guilty conscience because of all the work I haven't done yet, no exams lurking just around the corner that make me question myself and my abilities, no two worlds/jobs/roles tugging at me from opposite sides, no little monster on my shoulder ready to pounce when I dare to be lazy...
As you might guess, I couldn't really pinpoint that moment. Or rather, I could have, but it would have been too far in the past for comfort. So I decided not to.
Ah, such stuff as self-pity is made on... Or maybe I'm just exhausted.
On the bright side: This time next week I might just have one of those moments when there's nothing to dread.
And a good, long moment at that!
When was the last time that I was completely and totally relaxed? I mean truly. With no guilty conscience because of all the work I haven't done yet, no exams lurking just around the corner that make me question myself and my abilities, no two worlds/jobs/roles tugging at me from opposite sides, no little monster on my shoulder ready to pounce when I dare to be lazy...
As you might guess, I couldn't really pinpoint that moment. Or rather, I could have, but it would have been too far in the past for comfort. So I decided not to.
Ah, such stuff as self-pity is made on... Or maybe I'm just exhausted.
On the bright side: This time next week I might just have one of those moments when there's nothing to dread.
And a good, long moment at that!
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