love, love, love

I don't know, in the past few weeks, I've received a lot of info that I still need to process. Nothing bad, just too much. I feel influenced, as well, by the end of the year and the sensation of completion and the end of a cicle and stuff like that. I believe, that, as a consequence, I feel so pro-active and wishing to do a lot of things and once but at the same time to enjoy the process.

I want to knit because I find it relaxing and I love to feel that I'm creating something. I want to make plans and conspire against the world and use my creativity, my imagination. I want another tattoo without thinking too much because sometimes I overthink and paralize, therefore no results.

I want to go shopping and buy the boots that for an unknown reason I refused to buy a couple of years ago but now I truly want. I want to go to the mountains and read. Lay next to le bf and share more moments.

Read and read and read, and live someone else's life, just for a page and be on someone else's shoes and see the world with someone else's eyes and watch some football.