I'm feeling unreasonably optimistic again this morning, and can't really see why (but I guess that's the definition of “unreasonable”). Weekend was sort of typical, with no real “events” to speak of, just housework and study – oh, did I mention I'm studying?
Yep, it's true: I'm working towards a masters. An MBA in fact!
A single unit at a time, online, so it's likely to take me about four years to finish but it's kind of great being g a student again … even if it doesn't come with the lack of responsibility that I seem to recall so fondly of my earlier days.
Well that weekend went fast! (I have to remind myself that our weekends in Sydney are numbered. In the hundreds, sure, but still numbered.) We spent Saturday morning looking for a new place to live, and why does this sound like a familiar refrain? Our lease was up this month and rather than “rolling over” (into a month-by-month tenancy), the real-estate agents have issued us a termination notice, “…to protect the owners.
Maybe I’m getting older. I mean, OF COURSE that is OBJECTIVELY true, of all of us. Even if time is multidimensional, we seem to be falling this way at near-light speed — with no clear way to steer, let alone slow down. We each grow a tiny bit older with every Planck time clock-tick, our cells die and replenish, the pattern of “us” which arises from and is embedded in the physicality of the universe transforms and changes, like a “river once crossed“.