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The door

Closed, locked, the keys left behind. 90 days to go.
Yesterday was a beautiful autumn day. I woke up at five, like I always do, to take my medicine, only I didn’t fall back asleep in 15s like I usually do. Anxiety, the day before was my last day at work, last day of the internship and in some way the last day of a journey begun 9 years earlier.
Writing this reminds me of another ending I wrote about in my first attempt at blogging Jan 2007, now lost. Is this different? I remember writing about new beginnings.
This I’m writing on a plane. It’s Halloween. It begins.

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Old Blue Eyes

That’s life, that’s what all the people say.
You’re riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I’m gonna change that tune,
When I’m back on top, back on top in June.

I said that’s life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin’ on a dream
But I don’t let it, let it get me down,
‘Cause this fine ol’ world it keeps spinning around

I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I’ve been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.

That’s life
I tell ya, I can’t deny it,
I thought of quitting baby,
But my heart just ain’t gonna buy it.
And if I didn’t think it was worth one single try,
I’d jump right on a big bird and then I’d fly

I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I’ve been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself laying flat on my face,
I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That’s life
That’s life and I can’t deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won’t buy it
But if there’s nothing shakin’ come this here july
I’m gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My

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The notebook

Lies on the table, empty, the pen by its side.