Late arrival from Paris. Tired, this is the sprint in the last 2 km of the marathon. Today was suppose to be a day where you could look back at an interesting yet tumultuous year. But you need another week to give it a proper place, some extra time for review. And so you didn’t contemplate much. Instead you were on autopilot. 40 emails + in a Saturday, numerous tasks were taken off the list. You need well and truly tomorrow to recapture lost times. Too much travelling in your opinion, and not effective use of time. You detest any waste, whether food, money or time. But we live and learn. Also you figured out you need to exactly loose 8 kg’s to fit into your wardrobe again (recycling always fitted better with your morale). Motivation is high and you started with a persimmon, followed by a steak (yes you gave up being a vegetarian…first for wasting away, then for gaining too much weight). Meatballs are on the menu with steamed broccoli. Lean and tender. Now you only need to loose ca 1 kg a day. The likelihood of this event is zero to none, but your argument is if you don’t reach for the stars how will you arrive at the moon?
How odd you realise…exactly a year ago you were in Paris.