Brussels at Night
Woke up slightly behind today. Probably because I was rejoicing my exit from America at a bar. I wonder what my excuses were all the other times. Nothing a good hour in the gym can’t fix though, that’s for certain. It’s like magic. Translation: more rejoicing lies ahead. That has typically been my lifecycle that I recycle. Did some more packing, reality is inching closer and closer. I am thinking of buying the Magic Jack so I can make free phone calls to the U.S., but I am barely a phone person so I wonder if it’ll be of good use. Decisions. I feel as if the major ones are covered, now it’s the in-between things that fill the cracks. Being over-prepared is a woman who wears too much makeup. This is different, it’s all about crossing items off the list and insurance. Not the kind you can buy, but the kind you can build. Your safety net is proportional to your preparation, and I am trying to make more net. It’s a WIP, work in progress. Building will resume tomorrow, goed dag. That is dutch for good day!