What a bleak morning. Hid under my covers, I’m listening to the howling wind outside and Pink Floyd inside. Today will be slow, filled with old books and medieval essays. I believe the more my books are falling apart, the more I am together.
“We are all books because we have spines and stories to tell.”
Yesterday could not have been more different. A perfectly bright Friday and I could not keep myself inside four walls. Finally, the trees are showing a hint of green and it’s warm enough to sit outside and read a book in the gardens. A truly important day. They say nobody likes change, but I am more than ready to see something other than gray, dead trees.
I do love my Fridays. I always take the time to discover something new. It keeps me from growing old too fast. Let’s see.
I’ve never had breakfast at a pub before.
Found the highest points of campus.
Tried this funky looking, fresh cinnamon roll from Soho.
Cried and laughed at the same time as I paid half my weight in gold for this (delicious) meal.
I also don’t want to get trapped in the mentality that I must always be chasing something, some elusive happiness or fulfillment; to chase my life away and find myself in the same place I started. So each night I write down a few things that made me happy during the day (there is always something). And every Monday I start with this video.