Today was an exhausting day — bad sleep was followed up by a bad mood, and I started the week forgetting my first appointment for the day. I spent a lot of time reading blogs and branding strategies from more experienced people than me and knew why I was reading this, it was interesting, but I didn’t feel any motivation to think about how to use all those good advice for me. I wasn’t motivated to write something here or to work on my freelance project. I felt tired, sad and disappointed, and I couldn’t say why.
I wanted to declutter our flat, to clean the floor, the get all of the empty removal boxes away, to get more space and more air there, to feel more like a home rather a storage.
(This is the result when people move together — you end up with a lot of stuff, but not enough space and it takes long to fit everything in).
Anyway, what to do on days like this? We all have them, and we all don’t like them. I’ve tried to think positive, to do something nice, and to meditate, but nothing helped.
Then I asked my boyfriend: could you recommend me a nice poem? Yes, he could:
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616, Sonnet 30
Enjoy your week and see you tomorrow better motivated.