In these strange times, we spend most of our time alone. Isolated. Some days are easier than others. Today, I managed to resurrect one of my favourite computer game from my teenage years, so the day has passed in a blink of the eye.
But I also got to do the grocery round, tidy and organize a little bit, and I was taking care of Báró as well.
I’m so lucky to have this little ball of fur with me. He doesn’t mind the isolation. We are doing good in our urban jungle.
Sometimes I am wondering how others see me.
“I see you as someone who desperately tries to leave this a better place than how you found it.”
I started cutting my own hair last year, first with a tiny scissor I otherwise use for my nails. Last week, I finally invested in good quality hair cutting scissors.
Cutting your own hair is powerful. It gives you freedom.
It is quite addictive. The fresh ends feel great, feel light. I always feel happy once I did it.
Sometimes, the best thing to do is simply to cut dead ends.
Your hair grows back anyway.
Swings and smiles.
Black Nail Cabaret – Satisfaction
All of a sudden, from one second to another. It falls as if someone just emptied a tub. Then a few minutes later, it’s over.
I loved that tale in my childhood when the animals got caught in the rain. They all hid below the hat of a mushroom and supported each other. By the time the rain has passed, they were all below the mushroom, which then they found grew with the rain.
I felt the same way today at the office garden party. I looked around among my colleagues as we all hid below the tent and acknowledged: a lot of good people can share only a little room.
Black Nail Cabaret – Umbrella
Soundtrack from Berlin 