day59 - driving fast in my car
dear luci,
if you're not sick of it already, tonight you'll hear some more ruminations about full time work. I have become the epitome of "life event happens to white girl, can't stop talking about it", but whatever, my blog my rules.
hey, who knew that a full time job was such a full time job?
I've come to miss the slow, quiet moments that are only possible when you're Not on a strict schedule. I really miss public transport, and being able to decompress before I start my day. I miss breakfasts and coffee dates that creep into midday. I miss doing things mindfully and intentionally, most of my time now is spent rushing from A to B, with an intense and agonising period of stasis before I return from B to A.
Even now I'm trying to write the rest of this while I walk down the road.
As much as I miss those moments, I'm not going to pretend they're all gone. On my drives to and from work I steal glances of birds, people walking their dogs, pretty houses. On the way home tonight I took the scenic route through the hills, and as I turned a corner I saw the city sprawled out before me, impossibly far, and reaching for the sky. I saw a magpie chase some rosellas who were hanging out in a horse paddock. I watched some kookaburras playing in a tree.
it's all too fast paced for me right now, and I wish I could just slow down and have the freedom to wander, to explore.
But in the meantime, I'll take what I can get.
Sweet dreams Luci <3