Day Three hundred and thirteen - A time and a place

See, how this works is that sometimes I'll have one of my crazy dreams, and it's usually a somewhat recurring one, and then I try to see how much of it I still remember and can use as the groundwork for whatever that day's post turns out to be. Then there are times when I'm listening to a specific song, and out of nowhere I get what I think is a brilliant idea, but it's just dreck that I turn into sentimental drivel. So, quite often, I have a solid idea of what I'm about to write, sometimes with days in advance. But I've been ill for the past couple of days, and my head is pretty much mush right now. I've been feeling very tired for about a month now, though I do think I know why - it has to do with the amount of exercise I've started doing since October, where I pretty much doubled my daily dose of it, but physical exhaustion I can handle and manage quite well. The mental sort of exhaustion is something that I have, to be quite frank, unable to deal with lately. And that's maybe because on top of more exercise I still work far more hours than I righty should, and when I do have time off, I just feel too tired to properly unwind.

But I'll be having about a week and half off work right now, and I do plan on recharging quite a bit. For a start, there are three places that I really want to go to, all different in their nature, all much needed and welcome balms to my soul. One will connect me with the stars, the other will connect me with art, and the other will connect me with nature itself. All these endeavours - small they may be - are crucial for me to be able to withstand the rest of the year. Next year will be a different one, with hopefully new routines, new sights, and with any luck - very far from here. I just have to be patient, keep on working on what needs to be done, and then I'm off.