ou wake up and you hustle hustle hustle.
I grew so fond of this word oh my.
It describes perfectly not only my days but also my nights.
I always knew I’d be that kind of women when I grow up. The kind who wakes up in the morning, put on a small leggage, get in a car with some friends and go to the airport, just to buy that flight ticket, and go somewhere.
I always thought it would be exciting to live like this. I always thought I’ll never get bored or tired. I’m not bored. I’m just tired. But it’s tired good, you know what I mean.
When I lay every night in my sheets, all my bones hurt. MY head wouldn’t shut off. I’m exhausted.
And yet, I can’t imagine not living like this, on a regular basis. I would love some lower tempo for a change. But not that low please.
Restless life.
