I have this little red ball that counts the days. Tock, tock. They just flee me, but no worry. I’m living in between the minutes. I’m very much alive at the exact moment it flaps from one day to the next. Tock.

I feel like lighting candles, a lot of them. Maybe even all of them. It’s finally fall. Is it possible to appreciate it from beginning to end? Are we doomed to get bored with everything eventually? I sincerely hope not. After all these years I still really, really appreciate toilet paper.. and hand cream.. and that one song.. and flowers.. and the first time of everything.

If you get christmas presents every day you will get bored in the end, but opening the first christmas present every year never fails to excite me.

I’m also never bored by the days passing by. I get a new day every day, and I seldom welcome it with a “oh no, not again..” I find my people like my days being very various and sometimes surprising. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of either.

As you not so much hear as read I’ve finally had a really good day. I meant to write that I earned it, but it’s hard to declare that I did. Thankyou anyway.

My school is in order, and my mother has cleaned my appartment. Clothes are tumbling around in the machine and I know what to do tomorrow. I’m in some sort of imagined control, even if so only for a tock. Today I rule my hill.