Two weeks ago:
Today:
I officially arrived home. We all know meanwhile that I cycle in any seasonal condition. Cause Public Transport?!
If I will ever have to use Public Transport, there will be people punched in their faces. Fo’sho. So, the bike it is, in order to protect every party involved. Believe me. I made it to the hotel pool this morning without falling flat on my face. #WhoRules #MeRules #win #victory #winwin #victoryvictory #etc
Sorry for thinking out too loud – thanks to Amanda for making that a thing.
Restday means Swimming and that was waiting for me after fighting through the storm.
Followed by Sauna and Steam Bath. Detoxing at its finest. To be honest, after this early morning Cardio Cleanse, and the snow storm outside, I was totally tempted to slouch myself into one of the big ass chairs at the hotel restaurant and start daydrinking. I must confess, I am a fan of daydrinking. Do not worry, it is reduced to my birthday week / month, carneval, christmas, NYE, weekends. Alright fine. I keep daydrinking to a minimum. I swear.
Why does autocorrect keep showing me that daydrinking is not a word? That just feels all wrong.
Sorry DayDrinking. (I tried writing it like this, it still gives me the red line. Fuck off.)
I did not yet arrive at the actual subject of this post. K, that is not entirely true, I talked about punching people in their faces. I may not be particularly rowdyish – except when I am driving, cause obviously I am the only person on all the streets who actually knows how to drive and all the other idiots have no fucking clue – but I must confess that I am getting a slight urge to yell at someone’s face who asks me what my plan is now.
I feel good about myself. I feel that after all the shit that happened in the past few years, and maybe even more shit is going to happen, who knows – I am a content and happy person. Because there was a ton or even 67 tons of good things thrown in there too. I laugh out loud several times a day, I am hardly ever in a bad mood (unless some stupid driver comes my way or I need to take the bus) and I take care of all my loved ones around me and then some. Whenever I have a job I work hard and give my best, I try to get better each day, if that is my person, my training or my work. Self-doubt and self-criticism included, cause I am and will always be hard on myself.
I have no plan. I do not know what next week will bring or the week after that and I clearly have no bloody clue what on earth will be happening in one year. And that’s fine. I am not sitting home singing the blues, I am applying, networking, chatting and I work part-time. I keep up with my training and writing, cause these are my favorite things to do and they keep me sane. As a matter of fact, I am a creature of hyperactivity – for some that would feel like turmoil, to me it feels like home and I learned to embrace it, while also learning to live with and handle my love for the extremes and the risk. Hence the reason why it looks like I am all over the place, to me, it feels just right. I regret nothing.
I had my fair amount of ‘adults’ sharing their sermons with me, that being settled equals happiness – and in a roundabout way trying to tell me I should grow the fuck up. I have little to no interest in these lectures, considering in most cases I do not ask for it. And cause clearly, I do not hurt anyone by not being settled and by living the life I live. Maybe it looks like I am careless and devil-may-care-like, though in fact I am pretty damn down to earth. Yeah, damn, ha! I clearly am more stable and more happy than I have ever been before. Even with not knowing ‘what the plan is’. So, it’s all relaxed.
Maybe I will do all the effort to live a few years in Sydney. But then again, my heart got caught somewhere here at home, so that’s that. I also applied in SFO but I also applied to work at the Riverbar in Summer here in Basel. Time will show, and for now, I stay here. Peace out.
xxx,
Luce
