When I Grow Up

For the first time ever, I realized that I don't know what I want to do with my future. Maybe it wasn't exactly the first time, because I've often told myself how nice it would be to have a sport that I specialize in, to compete in and to try and make it up the rankings. And I guess things that you dedicate yourself to have an impact on your future - if you ever want to get anywhere in life with swimming, you have to start very early. I feel as if instead of dedicating myself to something, I stray from fifty things. I cancel this piano lesson and that cello lesson, I quit ballet, sailing, and swimming, and I'm starting to be way less passionate about learning new languages. But I also don't know what I want to do when I grow up. I've never put much thought into it, and though there are good aspects to keeping your options open, there are also bad ones. Do you know what you want to be when you grow up? 

I keep telling myself I should start a diary, which would be a way for me to write more and remember more of what I do. Except I really don't know whether or not I will actually be able to remember writing in it, because I can't even remember whether yesterday's lunch was pasta or soup. So instead of a diary, I have this blob of the internet (I made a Bloglovin', by the way, and I promise to follow back for GFC and Bloglovin'). Here is my week in photos, just because it's the kind of post that everyone knows how to do.

I went to New York and saw a rainbow and decided that it would be a good idea to take a picture of it; I made a mini light-sensitive robot that glows in different colors in the dark.

Okay, I think I'm done. What did you do this week?

#WeWokeUpLikeThis

Mood Indigo

For President's Day weekend, I went to Florida. We swam in a vivid blue ocean that seemed alive - maybe it really was. We made our own pizza from scratch, which ended up tasting amazing. I was surprised, because... I'm one of those awful people who burn brownies. And, of course, we stopped by the pool and spent thirty minutes admiring those cool neon inflatable donuts that some people had. Can I pretend that I will actually stay here forever?

Over the weekend, I also discovered what my favorite English word is. English has over 3,000 words that make up its vocabulary, but I'm still able to pick a favorite: whistle. Say it. I think you love it too. I associate whistling to happiness, and also the wind. There are a lot of things in life that make your entire self whistle with joy. Sometimes, you can feel hollow inside, and the whistling inside of you thrums against you. And sometimes, you feel so entirely sad that the whistling inside you shrivels and dies, but it always comes back - a thousand shades brighter.

What did you do over the long weekend? What is your favorite word, and why? I'd love to know!

Fantasy

Hey, everyone! Long while no talk (not since last month, anyway). It's already February, which is completely absurd. The older I get, the faster time seems to go by. Maybe it's because I more actively register the passing of time, or maybe it's because I spend so much more of my life trying to make sure I get stuff done that I miss the old days, in which I actually wanted homework, and in which I never realized that I would actually grow up.

In any case, at least we now know that Maru is here to cheer us up, along with his obsession with boxes. (Maru is a cat, so don't not click the link because you think it sounds strange, 'cuz I promise that the video will make your day so much better!) There is also Rihanna and her FourFive Seconds Video,  which is not only stunning but addictive. After all, we got three more days till Friday (that is, next Tuesday we will).