I’m feeling very lowercase today. I’m probably going to change my theme. Again.
I’m currently writing my matric final exams (similar grading system as the IB, if that helps?) and tomorrow is one of my demons: maths. Mathematics. Why is it even a thing? As if a day could be more anxiety ridden. (Ask me again the day before maths paper 2, physics, chemistry, results day..) I feel strange, and I did when I woke up this morning, so this post is just snippets from my day of never-ending stress, in short sentences. That’s all.
I enjoy philosophy.
And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.
–Maya Hornbacher
After tomorrow’s exam, I will have a massive blister on this finger.
You’re growing, but you’re raising yourself.
I’m quite overwhelmed.
If you need to get over yourself, you’ll know. Get over yourself.
I loved taking this picture.
Things are possible.
Things are currently not.
love and light,
shalom
Okay, Shalom. 