And just like that it was Monday again. I rose from my bed, shuffled into the study for 15 minutes of Yoga and 15 min of body attack. And the jumped into a very hot shower… next thing I know I’m climbing into my bed assessing the day that has passed.
Have you made yourself a lifelong project?
I don’t know how to answer that question. I’ve always dreamt of writing a book called ‘Being Human, as let’s face it there’s no real user guide. We just make it up as we go along and hope for the best.
I guess my life is a project. It’s filled with chapters, stories, triumphs and tragedies. In our younger years we’re defined by our schools and our identity is influenced by our need and want to be accepted. As adults, we take the best bits to produce the final product.
But even as we grow through adulthood, we change. We experience more triumphs and tragedies. So I wonder, if the project outcome is only realised on our death beds? Bit late.