It’s 11 PM, I’m lying in bed, thinking about tomorrow… and while this will probably sound like other extreme of world hunger situation… (and I’m not trying to ridicule it in any way….) I was actually hoping I WON’T eat tomorrow (ie. I’d fast tomorrow). I definitely need (and want) to loose those excess 20-ish kg of fat… I exercise regularly, but that ain’t it. As they say: 80% of the fitness game is nutrition…
I don’t fit here
In my desperate search for a partner who I would be writing and producing music with… I enrolled a songwriting course. And it’s an awesome course, great teacher, some really talented attendees… ok, some of the topics are perhaps too advanced for total beginners and I don’t feel like re-learning corcle of fifths, so it’s kinda far from a 100% fit. And obviously I was not only hoping to find my personal /McCartney but also learn some songwriting skills…
But guess what – I so effin don’t vibe with them. Or… no, let me put it this way: I feel my ‘dynamic personality’ (read: ADHD) is disturbing the flow in the classroom. I fall into other people’s words, people don’t understand me when I try to say something (this could also be due to my foreign accent, of course), I’m coming up with wrong examples at wrong moments etc.
And… just like my job – I quit already, just didn’t let them know yet 🤷🏻♂️ (my job I silently quit last Monday. F all that. Life is too short to do things we are not made for…)
Oh, yeah, and… regarding my being a stranger in a strange land… I’m so ready to move on. Leave Deutschland den Deutschen. As Nissim (Yosef Shiloach) says in The House on Chelouche Street:
“…because it’s a big world, Sami, and life is short…“
There is so much to see. So much I still haven’t seen. And the time is ticking away…
Anchors ⚓️
When we start a new life, in order to be able to move forward, we must weigh anchor(s). And after we have done that, we become the anchor. For ourselves. And perhaps for others, too…