This month, because I am a risk taker and definitely not a recluse 😌 I decided to open my home up to random strangers… Yes, I signed up for airbnb and already had my first two guests within the first week.
Aaaaaand I am done. It’s not that it was horrible, but there is something about taking care of others’ needs that just doesn’t suit me. Changing bed linen, keeping the apartment spotless at all times, making sure they were comfortable, staying dressed in shared spaces … was all very exhausting. I also dug a little deeper and as it turns out, it might be illegal. So I am done.
I met some good people, learnt a lot about the wonders of baking soda and bleach, made some cash and spent even know, all to learn that I could never be a caretaker.
Baaah.. on to the next adventure
It’s that time of the year again. and I am finally coming to terms with the fact that I don’t do very well with lists. It doesn’t work for me with shopping lists, I am not sure why I imagined it would with life decisions.
Now, that doesn’t mean that I think the year was a waste, just… different things happened from what I planned, some good – I read some really good books, I moved to an apartment that I love, my sister had a wedding, I bought a new car, I set up a new website , I had some good things happen with work but some things were not so good – My grandfather died, I’ve slowly watched my dad’s health deteriorate, work took up most of my time, I didn’t write or make art as much as I had the opportunity to, I suffered a heart breaking loss of love, for a time stopped taking care of my body, something that I am fixing now.
On the whole, I know It was a good year, perhaps that is my optimism speaking.. but.. hey, I am still here, and if there is still breath in my lungs, I refuse to despair or be overtly discouraged, just… do better tomorrow.
Happy New Year everyone and to all.. a good night.
Full disclosure: I have never participated in a marathon of any distance ever in my life. Now that is not to say that i haven’t wanted to, or that I never will. I have, however, for the last few years always managed to snag one of the marathon packs, they are a surprisingly good source for workout gear and swanky water bottles. The only drawback is having strangers ask you about the experience and not having any believably answers.
This year for the Kigali Peace Marathon, I didn’t even bother with the facade, I quite simply opted out. This was only because I underestimated the number of queries I would be receiving over the next few days. You see, it has been some time now since I started allowing people to believe (falsely) that I have a more than average interest in physical fitness. What it really amounts to, is me waking up at 5 in the morning 4 to 5 times a week to walk for an hour as a counter measure for my cookie problem. But no one really wants to hear that, so instead, I decided to put together a few possible
excuses answers for any more askers.
I have a problem, no matter how much planning I do during the week for how productive I will be on the weekends, it still almost always turns out like this.
Note to self: ‘why are you like this?’
Lemons is a new slice-of-life style web comic that I started working on. I will be posting updates every Tuesday and Saturday, see you there? 🙂
Our friend Jan is visiting and Kim has been just a tiny bit distracted.