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solitary_summer) wrote2012-04-11 09:45 pm
solitary_summer) wrote2012-04-11 09:45 pm
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Meh. I was going to take tomorrow, Fri and next Tue. off and drive to Salzburg this evening, but the weather forecast for the weekend is so thoroughly unappealing (persistent rain, possibly snow, cold) that I decided to postpone the trip until the May 1st weekend, because driving 600 km only to sit at home and read a book seems a rather pointless waste of time and energy. Spring has to stay for longer than a fleeting visit some time, right? Right?! On Sunday's walk (Kritzendorf to Purkersdorf, but you can hardly call it a hiking tour if you're never higher up than 500m...) I was wearing a t-shirt, sweatshirt, zipped-up parka, hat and gloves, and was seriously considering zipping on the parka's hood a couple of times. Icy wind, snow (though not much), and all that can be said for that walk is that it kept me on my feet for about 7 hrs. and presumably burned off some calories in the process.
On the plus side, it's apparently true that exercise helps lifting the mood, because I've certainly started to feel rather more balanced, but it also still feels as if I'm missing bits of myself. Bits of my brain, more precisely. I miss the thought and energy that went into meta writing and fanish discussion last year, I miss how I just couldn't stop myself from thinking. I'll try to finish MD over the weekend and then maybe start trying to write something, and I want to, I really do, but in a somewhat abstract sense; it's not the same urge. If it's a choice between hiking and writing, writing loses hands down at the moment. Being outside feels more real, more important. I guess things change (and will change again), there is a time for everything, and the interest in writing will probably return eventually, but right now even putting together a complete, at least somewhat meaningful, sentence takes an effort, and walking for nine hours is easier than finishing a lj entry...
A few pictures from a decidedly un-Easterly Easter Sunday...
On the plus side, it's apparently true that exercise helps lifting the mood, because I've certainly started to feel rather more balanced, but it also still feels as if I'm missing bits of myself. Bits of my brain, more precisely. I miss the thought and energy that went into meta writing and fanish discussion last year, I miss how I just couldn't stop myself from thinking. I'll try to finish MD over the weekend and then maybe start trying to write something, and I want to, I really do, but in a somewhat abstract sense; it's not the same urge. If it's a choice between hiking and writing, writing loses hands down at the moment. Being outside feels more real, more important. I guess things change (and will change again), there is a time for everything, and the interest in writing will probably return eventually, but right now even putting together a complete, at least somewhat meaningful, sentence takes an effort, and walking for nine hours is easier than finishing a lj entry...
A few pictures from a decidedly un-Easterly Easter Sunday...
