Two days to go, then it's time to say bye-bye Germany, halo Malaysia! Weirdly, I think I am not quite as excited as I should be? Don't get me wrong, I know this is a great experience and I am grateful for doing this. Also, I have earned it, since I worked for the money I now spend for and within those 4 weeks of sunshine. But still, I do not constantly daydream about the trip or am filled with excitement like my two travel buddies are. I kind of feel guilty about this. But, I guess, the excitement will come when I finally get on board of the flight, right? It must.
A few weeks ago I signed up for a NIKE 10k in Berlin. I know. I must be nuts. I rarely master
But right now, I can't see myself crossing that finish line in June.. If there weren't these 4 weeks in Malaysia when I probably won't run at all due to the heat, humidity and my complete lack of sense in orientation, then I'd say: sure, I'll make it. There'd be enough free time on my hands to train. But only two months to get from
Yesterday, I once more had to internalise: fuck boys who don't appreciate you (not literally, thank you). You on your own are so cool and original and perfectly imperfect, you are great and you do not need anyone to rate your value in any way. Haters be hatin' and boys be boyin', I guess.
I really need to learn not to reflect my bad mood phases on others. Some times I just need to be on my own and when I can't be alone in those moments I tend to get quite grumpy. But (in most cases) it is not the other person's fault so I should not act like it was. In the future I will really try and keep my shit together and stop pissing people of because I somehow managed to get pissed off all by myself.