It’s only 2pm but I can already feel the Monday blues settling in.
I just came back from a tennis session with Victor and Anna. My serve is improving but it’s still inconsistent so I’ll have to keep working on it. Tennis always clears my head, even if it’s for a mere two hours. There is an incomparable satisfaction that comes with hitting a clean and powerful shot that leaves your opponent completely wrong-footed. Or hitting a rare ace. Tiny yet significant accomplishments are especially more meaningful when there are tangible results.
I have been going out every weekend since PI started (with the exception of the week where I fell sick) and I do feel a little drained from these social activities.
But the alternative would be to stay at home, perhaps catch up on a few shows and God forbid, have my mind wander off to work and other thoughts I really don’t wish to think about. I do crave for some alone time, yet I am aware in such instances I am haunted by my greatest nemesis: Overthinking. Why do we think? Why do we feel?
Or rather, why do we think what we think and feel what we feel?
At least going out provides some sort of temporary escape from the stress and uncertainties that I have somehow found myself uncomfortably waddling in over the past month.
“You either sink or swim.”
Extremely verbose this weekend. Time to shower and then revise a factsheet for a client.
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