so there is this blogger meeting, the Blogger’s Bash I intend to attend for the first time, and meet people who share the same passion: writing and publishing something on line on a regular basis!
In the meanwhile, I have been dealing with practical questions: how to keep my environment organized, satisfy my flatmate who thinks I don’t clean the surfaces in the Kitchen every time I finish cooking -she might have a point- with creative writing, organizing my next artistic event and also looking for funding opportunities for another round in the UK.
Hmmm… and last but not least, I need to walk more than 15.000 steps a day so that our team wins the trophee at the working platform I am attached to.
So, where is the time for romance? Passion? Exhuberation? Soul searching?
To be honest, I start from soul-searching and being open to inspiration.
This is why I can forget spraying Dettol on the kitchen or to put my clothes in order.
This is also the reason why I start my working day after lunch.
And why I finish so late!
Do I want to change that?
I like writing late, the feeling that I am the only person around.
There is something rebellious about it, I am not sure I can find early in the morning.
“Your beliefs become your thoughts,
Your thoughts become your words,
Your words become your actions,
Your actions become your habits,
Your habits become your values,
Your values become your destiny.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
as I went for lunch to my Sunday café, or Head Quarters, I felt a need for change. B, the guy I was secretly in love with -maybe it was a secret only for me :-)- was not there. I haven’t run into him for the last two weeks and there was hardly any action; even for someone who dwells in romantic fantasies.
One of my friends commented on my weekend habits; I have two favorite cafés for lunch. I move in a delimited territory for coffee, not bigger than our arrondissement, or neighborhood. Paris is huge, the world is big. Why do I evolve in a small surface? Is it my fascination for B?
Actually it is more than that. Having one or two favorite places gives me a feeling of belonging, even if it is not “real”. A café is a business, not a family, or a group of friends. But still, a neighborhood has its own “soul” and “spirit”.
Cats apparently, get attached to places. And like to mark out their territory for chasing. And not only cats. Maybe I am this type of animal.
At the same time, animals change territory according for example, to weather conditions. They might migrate if what they need in order to stay alive, is not provided anymore.
Maybe it is time for me to change some of my habits and approach.
Is it time to chase in a new territory?
Anyway, my trip to the South of France is approaching 🙂