All We Have Is Now
The day is a cold one, rain and uncertainty have a cunning knack of finding each other. I never think when I wake up could tomorrow devastate me, what now, what next?
4 COVID cases. Masks re-introduced, fear and denial that we are about to end up back where we were. People uncaring that there is no buffer anymore, we shut down we could never re-start.
What uncanny ability to have bad timing universe? What plane flight in five days? I took a risk and took a chance to see family, and in five days the disappointment might be real with our governments snap lockdowns and red zones.
So my energy instead will be focused on being better, taking everyday as it comes and journaling my actions however crappy they might be. In the end this is not for you, it is for me (as not interesting as that may be) because I need to tell someone my burning secrets and inner feelings.
So I write, to my future self, the only one who will reflect one day and know if we succeed in making our dreams a reality, or if we will be forever writing to an empty room.
Cathartic-Ella Dreaming..
Chasing The Dream. 