Tomorrow I want to. Call the music school. Call the pianist about listening to a lesson. Call the singing teacher. Message about theatre. Go see National Theatre 50 at the cinema. Make a now-till-end-of-year plan. Write up some programme stuff, for 30.11 aaand January.
That's that. OH and I also want a nice breakfast. So.
For me to get this, I must get sleepy.
It is interesting how even the most seemingly positive things can draw out some negative patterns.
To be more exact.
This past week was absolutely spectacular.
I don't know what exactly I decided and when, but paired with Tuesday night, when I actually realised how ridiculously hindering my thought patterns were, something shifted.
And I was sliding on that wave for about 72 marvellous hours, when it was nothing short of audible how things were just somehow falling into place.
Sounds super, right?
It is, and was.
However.
An interesting side effect is that this gets almost addictive. And so I decided to take a few days to calm down and prepare for the beginning of the week. But I don't know. Now it's just a bit off. Like, I got so used to "people" that now I'm a little --what? A little something.
So, in conclusion. Don't be greedy, kid.
I suck at balance. Always have. And this same go-go-go-go-more-more-more-more-more-more-MORE-NOW thing got me to the point where I was in October, i.e. didn't want to do anything, at all. This dance with everything and nothing.
Balance. All of this is just a balancing act. And what do you do if you don't know how to do something? LEARN.
