It’s looking good, absolutely amazing even–time to celebrate! If that is not really fun, what is it? Still, I will soon again despise this miserable place. It feels like it’s pointless anyway, so why even try? But I guess I need to do something, or what…? Well, I am not sure. I really don’t know.

Maybe I should settle a bit.

Ain’t got no distractions, can’t hear no buzzes and bells.

Once I find myself in mild boredom, I could quickly return to pausing or eagerly creating. But I think it is most important to be aware of whatever shows up and how I react to it. I might be surprised and even overwhelmed. It is acceptable, though, as I am generally okay, and that is good to know.

Tell me what’s going on.

Now, the exciting and scary ideas come and go—they always do. Can I join them? It is not easy, but when I don’t make it something special, it seems to have already been done.

Perhaps I am sometimes too happy; if I observe myself closely, I can already see that this fades, and I am collected without any specific intention. But quite often, it happens to me that I get too passive, and then frustration and annoyance take place.

It might seem crazy what I am ′bout to say.

And this seems to repeat quite often. It is not exactly the same every time. But also not absolutely different. It is hard to tell, but I assume I don’t need to have an opinion on that.

After all, the only promise that cannot be broken is the gift I have already received an endless time ago.

You ain’t the problem.

I believe everyone got the same gift at the same time, so there is no competition and no need for greed and pride. When I was able to find it, I am sure everyone could.

You are always welcome.