The second digit from the right of the number of days to go changed today. Now we are at the 19580th days of
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What runs through my mind, body, heart and comes out as words
What runs through my mind, body, heart and comes out as words
The second digit from the right of the number of days to go changed today. Now we are at the 19580th days of
It is Sunday 25th of August and I am writing about the 24th of August, which already feels too far in the past
I am writing about Friday on Sunday and already what I did on Friday flew away from my memory. I know one big
Thursday I was tired. I am always tired on Thursdays, let me rephrase this I have been always tired on Thursdays (so far).
Wednesday. It is the first day I missed writing to my journal. Things going on in my mind: Here it comes, I missed
I should say today was the first day I felt the temptation of not to write. It felt difficult. I felt I had
Yesterday I wanted to focus on what I could not the day before: my mission and goals. And I knew I wanted to
I wrote for three hours yesterday. Three! That makes me wonder about the sustainability of my journal – but doubting never helps –
I am starting a new experiment; I think not for the first time. When I set up this blog, it was my intention
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