Last 2 weeks of Sept will be jam-packed. It's a thing to look forward to. But airplanes and foreign lands and 3-night trips don't bring exhilaration anymore like it did a few years back. It used to be awesome *shit. The last plane ride felt like a mere routine of sitting my ass down. And while I'm ramping up to the important but not urgent, it's painfully, if not *fucking, steep. And self-helpers aren't helping. I'd always unfollow without thinking! I filter what goes into my head. Unless it's Coelho tweeting, I'd find myself relating, like the most recent, "Life is like cooking: before choosing what you love, try everything." Or this apocalyptic, skeptic, Mr. Holter's, "If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine, it's lethal."
Sounding ungrateful is my least intent. But I can't help it. In a word or three, I need challenge, as a mask to I am bored. Heh.
I probably really need Asia's Machu Picchu to refresh me.
*Denotes INTENSITY.
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