Oh how I wish I could escape.
There is a Zounds song, one of the lines is:
"I'm not looking for escapism,My boyfriend says I can't claim this as a little mantra because it makes me sound like a junkie living in a hovel, and that my life isn't bad. He is right, but that line rang a chord with me from the very first time I heard it years ago.
I just want to escape"
[spacey voice]It has so many meanings man...[/spacey voice]
I think I am experiencing some chronic post-holiday blues. Nothing has felt right since I've been back. I have no motivation, anxiety, lethargy. I want to spend my days holled up sulking.
Such is life, times like these prompt me to change my situation, do something new.
I thought about trying to get an apprentiship as a blacksmith this morning.
Blacksmithery doesn't pay very well according to learn direct.
Lke most people I don't want to work, I want to fanny around, ride my bike, make things, bake muffins (which I planned to do today, as well as tidy the house, write some stuff for the magazine and make falafel. It is 4pm already!)
At least the sun is shining today. Landing in Birmingham to BLIZZARDS OF SNOW after glorious sun in Morocco did not do it for me.