I will concentrate on the adventures part because this is what matters most at this moment. I wake up early and look for potential cafes in my new neighborhood.
With my fridge empty, all my clothes on my bed and my bank account at a low point, I suffered bying a duvet cover in a huge department store in Oxford Circus.
And here I am today, with my body feeling tired after having waited for hours in front of a till to pay and then carrying my loot back home.
In the meanwhile, the main reason why I looked for a duvet cover, is still valid: I am to stay more in London, because I am looking for a central place to start my initiative from. Brexit and all, London still seems to be a central mega-polis.
getting what you want and not getting what you want could amount to the same degree of happiness. So why bother wanting something in the first place?
I wouldn’t have an answer to that. It seems that accepting things we can’t change can be also important as having the freedom to choose what we want. When our ambition is bounded or unbounded there seems to be a difference. We have the capacity to manufacture the commodity we chace when we look for experiences.
So if we make a choice let it be for other reasons than making us feel good 😉
I decided to wake up early and set goals. I got myself up later than planed, after my boat trip yesterday and the weather -winter-like- doesn’t help.
Or is it just an excuse?
I found myself with a bunch of artists, talking about galleries and exhibitions. But somehow I couldn’t find the way to a funding scheme as others did. Or I seemed to be interested in topics the others didn’t. Or if they were doing something remotely close, they didn’t want me around.
Are there all these other people more qualified, relevant, similar, and whatever else than me?
Maybe they are.
What if I need to go on in the direction of whatever I have been doing instead of lamenting my lack of homogeneity?
I just got back to London with a flue after a month and a half absence in the South of France. Actually, that is where I come from. It has been working for an art exhibition, family, book presentations. And some real holidays.
And now where to April? To London for another year!
With desires, fears and wishes on the bags, I brought with me.
An update of my last adventures? It might help me to set new goals for the ” rentrée”, or getting back to school.
The first year in London worked quite well, and I got to publish my first book, in France in the meanwhile.
I am up to for another year in London, should I look for a regular job or finish my last book or both?
In the meanwhile, I am going for some chocolate to get inspiration!