These two weeks I’ve got left…well.. I feel like I don’t even care about making the effort. But I know that I might give in to further depression if I don’t get my ass in gear.
Today I’m gonna clean the appartement and read my book and get some fresh air.
Fears. I fear telling my boss that I need to leave London. I don’t have a choice in the matte (so just bite the bullet). I fear that my money will run out and that I can’t help out Emma. I also fear that the meditation course is somewhere where I haven’t been before and I don’t know which airport to go to after the course.