I am sure I saw it on Tumblr a while back, and I will probably try to find it and link it, as someone else put it in words more eloquently than I would manage right here and now.

At the same time, the essence of the post was that we should not limit ourselves to the structured and limited by our daily life experience.

Life is not meant to be 8h at the office, too many of them staring at screens and just as many talking around and looping back to anything gets done.
Life is supposed to be lived, and experienced through every pore of our bodies.
Life needs to be engaging, interesting and something we are not supposed to want to let go.

Enrich your life, you filthy animal!

Or that’s the story of how I find myself – at the tail end of an exhausting physically and mentally week – going out of my metaphorical and corporally defined way to work, to look at the sea for a few minutes, to stay still, breathe in, let the sun make my eyes uncomfortable with its sharpness.

This was not my plan for the day, I was supposed to only pass by the post box around the corner and drop four post cards I’ve been meaning to sent for days, having been previously stopped by the rainy skies and wanting to just go home and crash on the couch with a favourite book. (Yes, I am rereading Toby Daye series again, why do you ask?)
But I was already out of my usual path, and if I am already there, why not stray a little further? Thus, I found myself at the marina, and if I am already there, I will always pass by and ring the bell that’s hanging in front of the municipality. This always brightens my day.

But the moment that will stay in my mind from this morning; the little visual piece that is now stamped behind my eyelids, is the footsteps I had left in the morning dew covering the wooden dock.

the footsteps puncturing the morning dew
the wooden dock slick
with the remnants of
a night colder than the day that follows
a night finally remembering what darkness feels like
a night long
and cool
and, oh, so tender

the rain will wash them off
me, being gentle
backtracking my steps
to not hurt the dew further
means nothing

but it won’t stop me
it won’t stop me

I’ve always found fragility fascinating. I probably will till my last breath.

Recently a dear friend asked me how do I find the will to continue sharing myself online, and I don’t have a good answer. And I don’t always find the will or the strength, or even the ability to write more than a sentence that I like enough to put out in the world. I tried times and times again to summarise all that happened over the summer, and all I’ve managed to achieve is a bullet points list. And maybe that’ll be enough for those who want to know how I’ve been doing.

Anyway, I hope you get your postcards, friends.
And let me know in case you need my new address.

Now, go do something you didn’t plan or expect to do today. It’s good for you.