i thought i was finally free of obligations aside from work, but i recently agreed to design a treehouse for my cousin at my aunt's request. we had talked about it before, back at christmas. it should be interesting and for some reason i am really excited about it. i had a treehouse when i was a kid, and i remember spending hours imagining all kinds of impossible scenarios, which is probably pretty normal for a kid. i think the weather will need to cooperate before i can really get started.. i have been making notes and sketches, and maybe i will share some thoughts here and keep things updated as the treehouse starts to take shape

the life nobody sees takes a lot of work

i think there's a limit to how much i can talk in a day, and i definitely reached it today

try to control the uncontrollable

life is strange

someone with real authority should talk about how anxiety is a contagious disease

plant life can be a source of great comfort in times of strife

today i have read over 180 pages so far, cleaned the house, and even ate well ! i felt like i could do anything

haven’t had much energy since last week.. maybe i’ll use my last ATP and the few neurons still working

pea soup with thoughts

[owl screaming]

i have been trying to find out how many km "someone" who’s losing their mind can walk. i’ll be back soon with numbers !

i keep wondering if it’s possible to stay thoughtful for hours after a change just by stopping to reorganize some clothes.. ? it happened to me not only with clothes but sometimes even with objects that fill the whole house. going back to the clothes, to the colors specifically, especially since last week when some people started pointing this out. i spent a few days with relatives who live far away including my mom who made a comment that i questioned right away and soon after agreed with. she said that my mental state, what i have been feeling, was being reflected in the colors of my clothes. it wasn’t new to hear that from her but the comment was precise even casually so. last year wasn’t easy. i really tried to stay positive writing about what i wanted to bring into my life. i have tried at least. i saw beauty in the smallest things around me. i tried to enjoy life. somehow what i didn’t show or stopped showing became visible in almost everything i wore, touched and allowed into the space. ok.. this morning while organizing the wardrobe i found countless black and gray clothes and a single moss green sweater my grandma gave me. i feel like the color green wasn’t embraced last year as much as i used to say i did. anyway i am just thinking out loud. it’s something to think about. at every event last year i was dressed in black moving through shades of gray. it probably looked like i was living in a constant state of mourning and in truth i was. idk. maybe i will try to reintroduce a color into the wardrobe. green this time