It’s somehow crazy. I feel like the more articles and texts I have to create for my paying clients, the stronger the urge gets to create something of my own taste again. It’s weird. There’s not much spare time right now but there’s always this restless feeling in my brain. There are a few things I’d love to write about, such as my life as a runner. Or reader. Or some behind the scenes of writing pieces. I am trying to find a witty name for a runner’s blog where I share all these things that are related to running. Somehow running became a huge part of my life lately. And then I am like – well. I do have this domain where I can ramble about stuff. Why building a new one again? Why going through the trouble of designing and naming all over again? Also, I am longing for creating English texts just to keep that muscle worked as well.
I have a huge thing for hotels. That’s also not getting enough attention right now. I am staying at cool pads all over the world but other than writing in my client’s publications about them I am not really doing anything with that passion either. It’s just – I am not sure. My thoughts are all over the place right now. I don’t want to be the wet blanket here, I am just horsing around. And then again I am like: everything is just fine. My job is amazing, my private life as well – but the world is kinda on the brim of craziness right now anyway. Can you see the questionmarks hovering over my head? Yeah. So do I.