Morning Rituals

Wake up, brew and sip coffee. It is finally Sunday, let the week come because it will make the time go faster. Let's immerse in work. It is only one last full week remaining before I go home. I want to see my dearest so much! Almost everything is prepared to set off. All the gifts and all the prep work. I am often thinking about when I will stroll to the forest with grandma in the evening.
I don' t feel like going anywhere really. Maybe the long not paid a visit to church. Definitely have to change the place as I have been in one for too long it seems.
Sometimes, to evoke once experienced emotions, I revive past memories of hugging others. Endorphins still give the memories such a vivid feel. Suchna cosy and comforting feeling. Wonder how long will I be able to live on just that.
It is a good time of the year to also evoke few moving pictures from the past such as Little Children and such.
Happy to be able to live independently and on my own for so long. Only thing I'd really fancy now is my watercolours set to create something. Getting back to the previous subject - it really is great to be able to do with yourmown time whatever you want. By this I mean that if I do not feel like going out anywhere although it's perfectly sunny outside I can stay indoors and be perfectly fine about it. Medley of different options  and the mere awareness of them add to the overall marvelous feeling.
Therapeutical function of writing a blog.

Will He Come?

Wszystko ogarniete, wyprane, posprzatane, ugotowane. Jakos zlecialo. Kolejny dzien. Czy chce zeby wiedzial? Nie o to chodzi. Chce byc fair, grac czysto.  Chodzi o uplywajacy czas do momentu w ktorym zobacze sie z najblizszymi.
Najwazniejsze to przetrwac czas przed @ teraz. On jest najbardziej wykanczajacy.
Lubie siebie, lubie to, co robie. Gotowe. Wszystko gotowe. Tylko przemyslenia niedokonczone wiecznie. Czy kiedykolwiek sie zmienie i nie bede popelniac niektorych bledow? Zwlaszcza w sferze zwiazkowej. Czy to juz czas myslec i przeinaczac sie na nowa relacje? Nowa osobe? Sami nieszczesliwi na widoku.
Uciekajaca wena za kazdym razem gdy zaczynasz pisac. Tabula rasa.