I am hurt, not emotionally but literally, with a bruised knee from dashing my bike on to a road divider. Well stupid things happen! I have fallen a couple of times now, appears as if I am making money out of it! Makes me shrink my head inside my hands.
The day has been full of mishappenings hovering around.
Woke up to a very creepy crawling tiny creature in my room. It/he/she made my sleep go away in a split second. After the failed attempt of catching it in a jar, I just left it on its own. New paid guest in my room still resting somewhere as I type this.
Skipped on my breakfast. Drove in the rain. Had the front tire of my bike losing pressure in middle of the rain. And then this fall. Called up my mom, like a six-year-old runs to their momma after getting injured. Reenacted the whole scene to her. I am better now.
One good thing happened: Remember I mentioned about teaching kids? Well, I got a mail today that I got through this recruitment drive I had attended and Voila!! I am going to teach kids on weekends now, real soon. I am pretty excited about it!!! And a tad bit nervous. But happy. :).
This weekend has been a relaxing one. A little too relaxing I would say. When you are not doing anything, your mind runs in myriad directions. It dwells into the past, it tries to foresee the future. Either way, you sit back and contemplate and draw new conclusions for yourself. I have had very less interaction with the outside world since last three days and ample of time to ponder. Probably one of the reasons why I am writing down right now. I slept, went out for a stroll, I ate, I shopped, I read the news, and now I am writing. I could talk to my friends but I would rather not for today. Some are away. I guess the ones I wanna talk to are away. Anyway. There I was wondering, given to my weekend free time. Procrastination could be coined as a disease. It’s doing me lot of harm. I have activities lined up in my head and no urge to carry them forward. No push. No zeal. If only, something inside me could twist and curl and turn me all spunky! More disciplined. About my guitar lessons, my routine, about my unfinished novels, about numerous other stuff. I want to outgrow these stupid little weekend thoughts. Work it girl! There is no other go. They won’t have a cure as they haven’t termed it a disease yet. May be I’ll come up with a more activity-filled article next weekend if things go right. If my head works right I mean!