It seems these last few days of summer will never end. Summer was OK but I’m hoping I’m not the only one hoping for it to end.
I have been using the last few days to enjoy the outdoors. Usually, after a long day of work, I slouch home to spend the rest of the day in bed.
But I have come to realize how depressing and unhealthy that routine can be. So like now, I am writing this journal in the parks, while I am seated in Norwalk. Enjoying the sounds of chirping birds and the evening wind. Above me, there still is the bright blue sky with clouds barely making their way across the horizon. I love it this way, I am blessed to be able to experience and appreciate such beauty of nature. This, of course, I have been missing out on by staying aloof and isolated in my bedroom. Now and then, as human beings with emotions and desires it’s good to break out of our habits and try something new. So, this is a sort of experience I have been longing for, ever since I began to tell myself that I dont have the time or I probably should go home and work on other things. It might seem that I am a workaholic but I truly rarely get anything done. Remember those books, I started reading at the beginning of summer, they are still on my coffee table next to my computer – and all of my social media pages open. And, the projects I planned on starting, I am yet to draft the thesis.
So, besides my Spanish class, which I successfully competed earlier this summer and writing up a proposal for my honor society project, I have almost not done anything this summer. Blame it on the heat; the long work hours, and the appointments that I had to make, it wouldn’t make a difference.
Anyways, I’m usually hard on myself to do more, so pardon my ranting, but this is both good and bad. On the good side, I am motivated, however on the bad side, I forget to give myself credit whenever I can. But now that I know it’s worthwhile, its probably why I am outside writing than inside snoring.
I am learning to enjoy these special moments with myself and love myself. I have to start somewhere. The best things in life can’t be bought and so are the times I spend enjoying the natural green around me. By morning, I am expecting to rise to a fresh new me, ready to keep fighting the good fight. Life.
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