5am in London. Can’t sleep.
Awoke to find my focus on the ticking clock and variable temperatures of my body in this sleeping bag.
Each day has been a time to create new memories for myself, but I’ve had nights in Spain and Berlin where the past has crept back into my thoughts and I’ve felt lonely (especially in Spain), angry and frustrated. But a good friend gave me advice and we formed a beautiful mantra:
“It’s hard, but it’s good. And we can.”
Yes! There’s something about it that just works. Simple, accepting of the difficulties of life but keeping a positive, proactive attitude. I’m going to embrace this in the coming year.
The fridge was buzzing. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t sleep.
Went ice skating last night with my sister and some of her friends. A splendid evening.
Bah, am going to try get more sleep. Quiet, fridge!