The coconut oil is no longer liquid. There is no daylight at 8.30 pm.
I didn’t end up going to the store even though there is no food in the fridge. None. I’ll go tomorrow instead.
Peppermint tea and peppermint cookies. There were still three left.
I am trying to remember what I did today. There doesn’t seem to be much of it. Nothing specific or spectacular.
Twenty pages into international conflicts management. Two hundred to go. I am internally boycotting this course. I disagree with all of it.
I am hopeful but I am trying not to get my hopes up. We’ve come a long way.
I wonder whether Jericho will see me again. The story began in 9600 BC and I still haven’t learned my lesson.
Maybe something. Maybe nothing.
I am going to persist. The trick is to not give up. And somehow at some point, there will be a ripple of something fresh. Things will change and I will recognize the hard work before it. But I need to persist first. Keep growing. Learn patience.
I don’t mind being back in Prague. Not at all. But I know what I am missing here. Who. I know it and I can’t shake that away. There’d be no point in lying about it.