Today I’m chilling. Went for a run, lifted some weights and went to Utrecht with the late train. Now I’m sitting in a bar, drinking Spa Reine.
The DJ is playing lounge music. I’m pondering what to write about.
I’ve started investing automatically, transferring money to my investment account on a weekly basis. This was done after advice by Ramit Sethi, of whom I bought a book about personal finance.
Met a friend from a long time ago. She’s not doing too well, but getting over it. Life goes in waves. She also invited me to do photography with her, which is pretty cool. Time to get a DSLR again.
Yeah man, life goes in waves. Two years ago I was admitted to a clinic for health reasons, now I’m back on my feet and doing better.
I feel inspired to take it to the next level and keep creating, keep working on my health and finances and keep excercising, but there are some plateaus I’ve hit.
I’m only meagrely exploring artistically, kind of been having the same conversations with my case manager and am still smoking.
Still living month to month even though I have a financial buffer. Still don’t have my own place, even though I’m not rushing to move out again. Have to take things slow. Done with living the fast life.
Okay, so what can I do practically to make it better?
I can buy an easel again, to work with acrylics and oils. I just told you about the photography thing, which will become good (but posted here, not on social media). We discussed portrait photography, which I’m eager to get into, and landscapes and dancing photography, which she is eager to get into. We’ve both got some photography connections so will explore in that way.
I can try to go deeper with my case manager. My old case manager got replaced by a new, young one and we need to get that trust bond again. But once we get there, I’m sure he can help me get further back on my feet or come to new insights. He seems kind of timid though.
Getting my own space is not a priority. I’ve got the space I need, just need to clean up some rooms and fill them with items that suit my wants. Maybe it’s better that I don’t have my own place yet, so I can focus on building a foundation and don’t have to worry about paying too much rent. I like my mom, and prefer her company and guidance over being alone in an appartment.
Have to stop smoking, obviously. Now that I’ve picked up running again I’ll probably be more motivated to stop that filthy, filthy, sinful habit. Just kidding, smoking is not a sin. But I’d like to live a long, happy life and smoking doesn’t really fit into that.
The feeling that I could die at any moment is occurring way less often now, which is pretty cool. The meds seem to be working. Going steady.
Fast forward a couple of hours:
So I was chilling in the bar, met some people, went dancing, was offered a little extra-extra a couple of times but refused, had a great time. Pablo Discobar was manning the wheels of steel. Top-tier house records. Danced until the sun came up, and that on only water and cola. It’s possible, kids!
Now I’m on my way home, going to hit my bed so hard when I get there. Just a couple of hours of sleep and it’s time for work. Then own that place like I’m the boss and work hard. Don’t have to forget to eat something.
I feel blessed, man. It’s light outside and I’ve had my coffee, I’ve danced the night away like there was no tomorrow.