And Then There Are Those Days
where you don’t have one but two low tires on your bicycle- what you depend on to get from A to B. Where you wait inside for the rain to stop just for it to start again as you took the gamble and left home without an umbrella. Where you decided to join the university volleyball team because “they welcome all skill levels” only to find the team over the summer is unique in that it includes people studying in Oxford for the summer, staying in shape because they play for their university back home and your high school skills go completely unnoticed and unappreciated. Where all you want to do is finally start the Harry Potter series (for the first time! I know, I know…I’m an English major/book nerd/living in England where they filmed parts of the movies and have not even once read a Harry Potter book. I’m a disgrace to my kind) but can’t because you made a stupid vow to not read anything for pleasure until your dissertation was bound and turned in. Where your hair dryer decides to burn out and you suddenly realize you’re now the age of if not older than half of the professional athletes you watch on T.V, half of the actors you see at the movies and half of the authors of the old classic novels you’ve been reading. Seriously, when did that happen??
Ugh. Yes, there are those days, and the combination of rain and flat tires is particularly gross. Hope your week has improved, and that the dissertation is going well. How well I remember trying to focus on it instead of pleasure reading! You can do it!!
I got one…Where a five-year-dream of climbing Mount Elbrus (5,642 metres; 18,510 ft) is put off again. Where all the efforts put into training begin lose their meaning and ask of new and exciting! reasons to get yourself out of bed at 5 am in the morning.For over a month I procractinated and looked for excuses not to go to the Russian airlines office. But today I returned the tickets…
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