Days turn to years

Think of it like this: you can go years without being in touch with yourself, too overwhelmed with the external noise, and you will never know.

You can go years without documenting what you feel because your feelings don't seem valid or important anymore.

You can do years without sharing your pain because it seems like it doesn't matter.

But it matters. 

You have something to lose. This.

The last three months of 2022 were overwhelming(ly good). But mostly overwhelming. So many new experiences to absorb, personal limits to be pushed, and flights to be on. I went to two corners of the world, first the west, and then the east. San Fransisco and then Bali. I was incredibly lucky to pull out my old fashion rotting away in the cupboards, and mix and match it for the warm, cold and the windy. I saw wonderful art, collected memorabilia, and people and their stories. I met friends, old and new.

I pushed myself at work and finished projects and hosted events.

I had friends over, and we cooked, and we sang and made music.

In retrospect, my life almost felt like it was playing to the lyrics and music of this song (one of my favourites)!

Cheers to keeping the documentation here, alive. Because it's a good life✌🏼