It's my third day back to work and I am already on my sick holiday. I caught a cold right before work starts, it was too much of a coincidence that I started to wonder if my unconscious mind wants a longer holiday.
My mind goes into deep meditations after long holidays, wondering if work is right for me or a career as a nameless writer, then fears start to evade my brain. Do I have enough vocabulary? Do I have things to write about? Or am I even good enough to write?
There must be plenty of people who start to question themself if given the time and I guess that is what I did. I started asking myself what I want in life, to live with my love, to love life, to seize the day? As always I end up with one conclusion that is to take a positive stance on things no matter what. But that stance is so broad I often end up being lost again on how to be positive.
My mind goes into deep meditations after long holidays, wondering if work is right for me or a career as a nameless writer, then fears start to evade my brain. Do I have enough vocabulary? Do I have things to write about? Or am I even good enough to write?
There must be plenty of people who start to question themself if given the time and I guess that is what I did. I started asking myself what I want in life, to live with my love, to love life, to seize the day? As always I end up with one conclusion that is to take a positive stance on things no matter what. But that stance is so broad I often end up being lost again on how to be positive.
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