past me

i was going to continue my last post, but i'm past that now.

i was going to talk more about my blog hiatus, but that's gone too.

interesting that i discussed a me of the past, when yesterday i should receive an email from one such me. a message posted to Future Me one year ago:

When you wrote this you were waiting for Mark to get home from work so you could start cooking dinner. You were hungry. And bored. You didn't swim today because it was too rainy. But you confirmed your second supervisor. You'll probably meet her in a week from now. Hopefully things are going well there. Did you make the right choice? Will you upgrade?

i was also at Thorn St. i guess i didn't feel the need to talk about that because at the time Thorn St felt like it would always exist. yes, things are going well 'there', i feel as though i made the right choice. i upgraded.

Hopefully you're in a new city when you read this. You've been a bit down about this place and wanting to leave. Hopefully you're happy and focussed and still very much in love.

Happy: Yes. Focused: Kind of. In love: Yes.

How was France? Are you going back? When?

I hope you're wasting less time online. Focus focus focus. You always were a bit down on yourself for lacking discipline and focus. Hopefully things are okay there.

hmm... i guess my obsession with being focused and disciplined is not such a new thing. i'm always chastising myself about being disciplined. i constantly attempt new routines and 'healthy' gestures to be a better student/researcher. never satisfied. probably very boring for those around me.

Still swimming? If not, go for a swim today. You love it. It makes you feel great, keeps you balanced. Or maybe you have a new technique for this now. Do you?

no new technique. i still swim. and i did swim yesterday after i read this. and it did make me feel good. though a little sore as well, because i'm out of practice.

Do you still drink coffee in the morning, with a book and toast with jam?

indeed i do. but the coffee is shorter. and the bread is different.

i guess not a lot changes in a year. except it does.

i was also going to write about the old lady falling over at the bus stop today. but maybe that can wait til next time. i'm at work. i want to go to the beach. or home. or somewhere to buy a coffee.