Lately, I have been thinking about writing again. The stories are in my head. I do write, just no longer write them down and share them.
I decided to travel again which I did still do. It is time to catch up (with people as well) and to repair what is broken.
It is said we should learn something new daily, which I did during the past months and still do. To be honest I never thought I could or would do all these things, it is unusual but for sure I am not the only one. Will I remember how I did it in one or two years if I need it? I might not. I could write it down or figure it out again might I forget?
Busy or not, there are things I hardly do these days like driving a car and shopping. Not even if it comes to groceries I visit a shop.
I arrived at the point where I hardly need anything. Enough is enough, I am and have never been a shopper or collector plus I never felt the need to be part of a hype.
The entire day I am busy. To be honest I keep myself busy, I could slow down, but I still find that a hard thing to do.
I noticed once I start the day is over before I know it. Someone said, "That is part of getting older".
Nonsense, time only flies by if you have things, a long to-do list, at hand and don't feel bored 24/7.
There is still something I should learn which is taking care of myself first before I get at work. Dressing is part of it. It is always the last thing I do, simply because I don't like what is clean to get dirty, and muddy, and I hate getting changed 3 to 4 times a day (twice is enough).
Unusual dressing doesn't matter or bother anyone where I live. It is not a societal issue. Here we wear clothes to stay warm or protect ourselves. It is just that once in a while I miss the old me and wish I could dress the way I used to be
17.09.2003
The picture is taken by me