Wordsley, Stourbridge, England: 4 degrees, very cold, overcast and with possible rain.
My weekends are relatively quiet and non-interesting in England. I don’t really have friends to go out with. Primarily, I don’t socially drink much nowadays, as I want to save money, and I don’t have a girlfriend or a flirt here.
When Mondays come, it breaks the monotony of the weekend. It also helps me feel good as I feel productive. Sometimes I say that I’m going to work on weekends, but I often don’t, as laziness kicks in, and it never reaches the level of productivity I want it to.
Monday marks the beginning of my safe-haven for the rest of the week, until the following weekend comes around and reminds me of what I don’t have. It’s okay, I’m not complaining; just being at peace with my current reality is enough. I know it is going to change, it already is changing, and let’s see where it could take me.
Exercise is good; it could be more intense, but it’s still good. The classes are good, they are productive, and there usually isn’t a bad day or class.
My journal writing is improving; I feel that I am refining my technique and the quality of my writing, and it is only getting better. The new pens I bought from Sainsbury’s supermarket a week ago have both helped and stimulated me a lot. It is interesting how having good tools to work with makes us feel more confident in what we do.
If we scale up our lifestyle with better company, a place to live, and a car, among other things, it should inspire us to improve in our work.
My blog publishing is good considering that I have only been doing it for six months. I know that I have improved exponentially, and that is important to me. I also know that I now must invest more in structuring and professionalising the blog to the point of monetising it, which I hope will come soon. I seem to be shying away from this a little, but I’m slowly arriving there.
I think I have mentioned it before, probably a thousand times, but writing a journal and also posting it in blog form has been a life-changing experience for me, and I recommend it to anyone.
I know that there are millions of blogs out there that are better than mine, but it is more for me – a way to explore what I can do and what I’m capable of, as a form of therapy. At the same time, if I can help others, then it is all worth it.
One of the main reasons for publishing my journal entries is to share them with others who feel, believe, and identify with similar situations; life can be brutal, challenging, complex, and difficult at times. We are all capable of finding a way and sorting ourselves out; just knowing that we are not alone makes a big difference. Knowing that we are not the only ones living in that situation makes a big difference.
Coming to England has also shown me this: there are always people who need help and guidance, including me.
My photography is my cachaca (my love), my therapeutic obsession, my cell phone camera is old and it is deteriorating, but until now it is holding up and being a good companion. Perhaps I will change my cell phone before I leave; let’s see. However, my love for images grows at a rate that is impossible to quench.
This is my future! Everything is good, and good is sound, but I deserve more, I deserve exceptional!!!
I got up and did a good, hard workout in the back living room, as it was too cold to go outside. I later went to the more sophisticated local cafe in the village precinct. I spoke with and conversed with the natives, even giving a biscuit to one of the natives’ dogs. For the rest of the day, I worked until 11:00 PM.
It’s Monday, and it’s back to the grind. With that comes productivity, and with productivity, we make money. Take no prisoners.
In bed by midnight.
Thank you.
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Richard
