Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Sick in New York, yet again

I was so tired the other night, after acting, that only now I've noticed misspellings in my last post.I don't like that. I'm a perfectionist. Up to a point.
But I wasn't only tired, but sick too. Again!
It's exactly the same bug I've been having since August!Over and over again!It's pathetic that my body can't get rid of it, once and for all.
Anyway, I don't know if it's my sinuses, or my sick visiting girlfriend left it for me when she left, but I'm, really, sick of being sick.I can't sleep, I don't feel like doing anything, even writing my blog:( Sad, ha?
I'm supposed to write this "trial article" for a Serbian paper, but I can't make myself sit down and finish it!
Also, I've been postponing an interview with a Serbian priest, just because I feel so sluggish.
I am so not happy with myself. Not only that I'm not working,but I can't even do little fun stuff, like writing my book or articles.
So, I should really make myself write. I know,that when I start, I will like it, and do it for a while, but the hardest thing for me it is the beginning.
O.k.,I'm mad at myself, I'm grabbing my new little lap top, my cat and a glace of juice and finishing my article!Only then I can watch my Crossing Jordan for the day!

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Lost in New York...

Have you ever felt lost? Not physically,in space, but just lost,you know, in life?
Well, I've been feeling like that today.
The rainy New York morning didn't exactly help. And I am one of those people who depend on the sun. Really depend on it. We all do, more-less. The lack of sun makes us depressive.
That's how I've been feeling today. I've been wandering the streets of New York, looking for the sun. I knew where I was, but I wasn't sure where I was going. I felt so alone. And the city has lost its charm.
I know that things go up and down, periodically. I know that you have to get lost once in a while, in order to find yourself, or be found. But neither happened to me today.
I guess it takes more time.
I couldn't think of a single thing, easily achievable and accessible at the time, to give me pleasure, to pick me up. I guess "things" don't really do that. We just fool ourselves.
Anyway, I do feel better now. It will be a new day tomorrow, after all. Maybe the one where I'll finally find myself. And whatever I'm looking for...