有没有觉得平常的日子很幸福？是从什么时候开始，随意逛逛、照顾好自己、给自己时间 — 这些，成了奢侈的事.
I long for a boring daily life.
Yes, that’s what I think.
A life like office hours 9a-5p, learning new things every day in your profession and from people around you, having meals with family, meeting friends and sunbake on grass in city park on a Saturday afternoon… to take a walk, to make a grocery list… Thursday casual drinks, Friday party.
Not: trips/dispatch all time, working like crazy without bigger purpose than money or “being successful” itself, missing proper time for food every single day and result in having whatever you can get by, losing interests in about everything, being cranky to everyone, and when you do have the energy for a drink outside, you start crying or just laughing real hard at anything.
I wish for a day not starting with my boss giving me the first call in morning and to start yelling. It’s been long I don’t sleep at all till I finally get the feeling of fainting. My day starts at noon now simply because I cannot get my ass off bed and I in fact use to enjoyed very much waking up insanely early, read anything else but work stuffs over a cup of coffee, then start working from home to sort things. And office. Or get on the road. Work till whenever the tasks of the day is done and I’m perfectly happy. Can you believe that?
See, it’s a cycle and I’m not so sure when it started to twist.
It is my fault not making the changes first.
If I stop growing, I might be better off selling clothes at any luxury store and making reasonable money, and to have a more balanced life (because you would never ever talk or think about work after work).
A dear friend recommended me to start the changes with exercising and breath meditation before bed, my ex therapist suggested taking meds – I believe these are all sincere – but a change of environment is a must, now I realize.
When you just cannot make changes around you, you move on to another. Like the migrant (I love twitter btw).
I am also learning to express my feeling without sugar coating it or being coy.
Yes, that’s what I think I think.
I may get bored and/or struggle again of boring life later on. So what? Dots are connected without your consent.