Today I’m getting into bed at 1.40am. This must be the latest I’ve gotten in bed in a while. The night calls out to me again. Just as it did when I was younger. I remember physically bringing my body to bed was the most difficult thing to do – the night time is too beautiful.
When everything is quiet and time isn’t assigned a task. I don’t have to feel guilty about not doing something useful or productive, I don’t have to live like my ideal self.
Came back from the studio late because I worked out a little and then ate out.
I decided to sign up for dance classes online because I wanted an activity that would be a workout but also be fun. Plus I can do it whenever.
Too lazy to go dance at an actual club, and I can’t carve out time to go to a physical studio but who says I can’t move at home?
It’s day one so it’s too soon to tell if I’m going to follow through. If you knew the amount of hobbies/crafts I’m also in the midst of 😂
I love it. I love the potential. The myriad lives I am living.
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