The hedonistic treadmill is powerful.
There are some times when I can remember how far I’ve walked with this lifestyle.
Working for myself means I work continuously, but it doesn’t feel bad to work for a few hours on a sunday.
This is because I know I can have a long breakfast and coffee at home, watching a movie on a monday morning, like today.

I took a quick walk around the neighborhood, and everything is closed because of Lunar New Year. Life feels so slow, happily slow.

I feel grateful to be able to stay calm and not have to run to work this morning.
It doesn’t feel like these are holidays, as I’ll probably work a bit this afternoon, and I don’t feel dread.

I remember feeling bad on Sunday evenings. Work wasn’t so bad, but the idea of starting a new week was always kind of stressful. I didn’t always feel ready to continue climbing the corporate mountain.

Choosing to have time for myself is a luxury I don’t acknowledge enough. I’ll start climbing later today. And all will be fine.

Oh, and I watched Old Joy, it was perfect.