Sunday. Not a fan of Sundays, cause it’s a day my mind traditionally bugs me with thoughts of Mondays and even though am self-employed and love my job Monday is now the least enjoyable day of the week.

Bruno is behind me fascinated by numbers and counting to 1,000 with some guy called Jack Hartmann on YouTube. That Jack dude does a good job. I’d feel like offing myself if I tried to make a video like that.

Been having some challenging conversations with a friend in the US who even with 14 hour work days can’t build a normal life for herself and her son there.

We talked about why we made life so impossibly hard for ourselves. She in the US and me in Slovakia.

We talked about self-worth and self-esteem and self-sabotage.

Until I thought we couldn’t afford more self and said it’s important for me to provide value to other people.

Sundays are dead in Slovakia. Just dead.

I have outgrown this place and I wish I could get myself to never mention Slovakia or Slovaks again, cause it’s as boring to me as it is to my readers.

Am also for the first time in my life reaching the limits of therapeutic writing. Am done analyzing myself. There’s not much left to say.

I hope to focus on writing more content that has very little to do with me directly.

Am going to spend some time with Bruno now.

That’s about the only reason I can’t leave this place, so I better focus on what it is that keeps me in this so very wrong place for me: being a great parent to Bruno.

Hope to provide richer content again soon.


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