It’s Monday again with all that it means – grey skies and work. The weekend was quite OK, I haven’t slept so much in a long time. Due to no internet I haven’t been able to update the blog about all those important things that have been going on. Although – to be quite honest – life with less internet is both enjoyable and well-needed.
This weekend I also read a book about a woman who started studying Italian. And of course it inspired me – think about it, learning a language for the sheer fun of it, to develop as a person and to find some kind of meaning in life. Then it hit me – that’s what I’m doing already. All the time. Maybe one more language wouldn’t give my life much more meaning, perhaps the right thing to do would be something that’s actually challenging and different. (while pondering upon this thought I was jumping with excitement after finding a book in Serbo-Croatian at the library). Cooking could be nice alternative, or mountain climbing. Or knitting – that was such a pain in school, so I’m sure it’d be a challenging enterprise.
By the way – can you imagine any better way of spending a Sunday afternoon than lying in bed with your feet on the pillow, sipping on tea and reading about something interesting?