Something important is about to happen...

I had the greatest few days. Where everything is falling into place, and I feel like I understand what I"m up to.

So I was about to go to bed, watch a movie and forget about it. But I feel like I've just woken up after a long sleep, and I should probably commemorate the occasion. When I broke my leg I regretted not photographing the first day when it went blue and black bruised and swollen. That was real damage to my body, that changed how I lived for a long time. Someone when I think about it now it doesn't seem real. Theoretically you can only go one way or another; either saving, observing ceremony and sentiment throughout your life, or living moment by moment, remembering everything through emotions and impulses. I have always been the later, but obsessed with becoming the former. It's easier with social networking and storage accessible from every corner of the world to have information, photos, letters, thoughts, everywhere you are.

My mother, for example, has very little of herself in "hardcopy", everything she wrote was either formal, or for someone else, all the photos of her were taken by someone else, never initiated by her, she has lived and traveled with nothing, and nothing but her mind to record it. Now she uses what she feels to live, not what she's read in book, or imitated from Womens' Weekly. I am in complete admiration of my mother.

Recently I've been hanging with a friend who's just accomplished some serious solo-woman travelling and I am in awe of her cleverness, resourcefulness and balls. She also is very unsentimental and practical.

But back to my droll soul-searching: I am a romantic neurotic person. Not exactly qualified for Platos' "examined life". Introspection may kill me, or at least leave me severely traumatized, and yet I persevere. But every so often I get a wave of dedication to live my life. Maybe once every year. This is now.

Please don't say anything about astrology, though. It might break my heart.