And my birthday, on Saturday.
25.
I was just saying the other day, that these two years 24-25 and 25-26 will turn out to be the most pivotal.
I feel it with some certainty.
I feel it with some certainty.
Because I'm IN this right now, I can't yet see it all clearly, nor do I have to.
But I can sense, the magnitude, of this period of time, on my life, the rest of it.
Spanning and unravelling like great Siberian plains.
Ending in the glorious nothingness of everything.
Understanding that makes all this easier.
Understanding that makes all this easier.
Swimming in the middle of the ocean you can't see the size.
Once you zoom out, and zoom, and zoom, and zoom, and zoom...then you realize.
The size.
This is what it feels like now.
These are my plans for the birthday week:
singing lessons
listen to a lot of opera
choose new arias to learn
wear lots of eyeliner
So as you can see, lots of celebration plans - l o l
:D
I mean.
Yep.
This is the first time I've ever used a smiley in the blog.
But there's a first for everything.
Actually, I do want to add to my body ink this week.
I got the first one for my 20th and adding to this for my 25th seems fitting.
Apart from that - I will celebrate, with good thoughts, or something.
I don't see much meaning having a party.
Gosh, I sound like I'm 400 years old or something.
But seriously.
I see my dearest all the time.
And the rest of the people I'd love to celebrate with are not in the country.
I would much rather spend the money I'd spend on some useless cocktail on a singing lesson - and suck in their amazinggg-ness.
The teacher is just, yep, that - a Teacher.
I think I'm gonna get myself a good language set for my birthday.
I'm going to start ploughing through Italian opera and the Italian teacher returns on the 16th of March.
And I think it would be super beneficial.
Super super.
And there's some talk of a summer course in Florence so I'd love to rock up and be like - hey, I'm gonna order my ham in Italian, and the wine to go with it.
I had a concert on Saturday and two yesterday.
And I want to Go, and Do, and Be.
Life is not for imagining, it's for doing.
Imagination - fine.
But if all we ever do is sit and imagine and cry about things, nothing ever happens.
And I want things to happen.
E for EMOTIONS.
F for f* it.
S for SPRING.
Yours truly.
As always.
M.
singing lessons
listen to a lot of opera
choose new arias to learn
wear lots of eyeliner
So as you can see, lots of celebration plans - l o l
:D
I mean.
Yep.
This is the first time I've ever used a smiley in the blog.
But there's a first for everything.
Actually, I do want to add to my body ink this week.
I got the first one for my 20th and adding to this for my 25th seems fitting.
Apart from that - I will celebrate, with good thoughts, or something.
I don't see much meaning having a party.
Gosh, I sound like I'm 400 years old or something.
But seriously.
I see my dearest all the time.
And the rest of the people I'd love to celebrate with are not in the country.
I would much rather spend the money I'd spend on some useless cocktail on a singing lesson - and suck in their amazinggg-ness.
The teacher is just, yep, that - a Teacher.
I think I'm gonna get myself a good language set for my birthday.
I'm going to start ploughing through Italian opera and the Italian teacher returns on the 16th of March.
And I think it would be super beneficial.
Super super.
And there's some talk of a summer course in Florence so I'd love to rock up and be like - hey, I'm gonna order my ham in Italian, and the wine to go with it.
I had a concert on Saturday and two yesterday.
And I want to Go, and Do, and Be.
Life is not for imagining, it's for doing.
Imagination - fine.
But if all we ever do is sit and imagine and cry about things, nothing ever happens.
And I want things to happen.
E for EMOTIONS.
F for f* it.
S for SPRING.
Yours truly.
As always.
M.
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