It’s mid-spring here in New Zealand. As the gentle drops of intermittent rain shower the city, I find myself experiencing a mental rebirth of some kind. This winter had been tough. I had lived the past few months inside a cocoon of doubt, neediness, and melancholy, enveloped in negativity, trudging forward if only owing to the momentum of life.
Things feel different now. My circumstances never changed, but I am myself again.
There still stands a little impediment called DISSERTATION between me and graduation. It gnaws at me, day and night. Little spiders of jargon crawl across my mind, making it momentarily impossible to attempt anything else.
So on most days, I type away to the crooning of Jack Johnson and Bob Dylan, occasionally glance outside and slip into a harmless daydream. In those few minutes, I hike to Machu Picchu, or Everest Base Camp, or alleviate poverty with Grameen Bank somewhere in the Bengal, dressed tom-boyishly chic and laughing effortlessly with the locals.
But here in my reality, here’s a song for the (many) hump day(s) ahead.
Musings of a Leaf 