Because I have nothing better to write...

[franceslievens]

When on my own everything comes to a halt. There doesn't seem to be enough time for putting the plates in the dishwasher and wiping the stove. Even writing ceases. I thought I'd have more time and more things of interest to say. It's still all very in between and in between I don't have time. All the ideas are wasted on the paper diary even. Am I growing up? Or am I searching for an equilibrium between the writing and the singing and the teaching? It's mainly teaching and preparing classes nowadays. And what for?
"We didn't choose this job." and "How do you shake your students out of their slumber party?" are frequently heard these days. We try and one can be proud because she tries every day again, but to quote the great P.J. Harvey: "Is that all there is?"

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[frenchani.livejournal.com]

We fill the world with our inner rythm.

But I wonder what is the most frustrating, is it asking "is that all there is" or knowing there's more but feeling that it's somehow out of reach ?

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

That is indeed an interesting question, because in her song P.J. Harvey takes the question to something grand. It's more a "That's it?" than "Why can't I have something better."

It's the latter that's been troubling me since forever I guess: there seems to be something better for me to do in the world, but I don't know what it is, or how to do it.

[sister-luck.livejournal.com]

I find the end of another year always brings about a sort of introspective mood.

Sometimes things will just fall into place, I hope and believe.

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

Things seem to have fallen into place in the job I'm doing now. It's always the question whether I should be more ambitious or something.

Since it's dark so early, one tends to be introspective.