I am not where i want to be. One time it pushes away from me, another time it comes closer.
I need to come to terms with my current situation. I’m working, earning a bit of money. I enjoy my work, most of the time. It has value. I still need to straighten myself while i work this job. Do it right, do it good. Sometimes i fail, sometimes not. Different each day.
Today i did some cleaning in my room. I made body butter with shea butter, cacao butter and coconut oil. I brought a whole bag of old clothes to the clothing bin. I went into town, bought cheap toothpaste with fluoride, rose-hip oil and sweatpants for only eight euros.
I hope you enjoy your work. Salute!
Halfway i started a talk with a lady who was part of the Pickwick club, a British social meeting place for women. She was the one who pointed my attention to the little plants in their little pots standing on the roof. It really was a bit off. Not sure they will be standing there in two months time.
I was up there for an hour at least. A lovely day.