WHAT I’M WEARING: OASIS PETITE RUFFLE BARDOT DRESS IN BLACK, GUCCI SOHO
DISCO BAG, MARAIS USA BLACK MULES & KAPTEN & SON VENICE SUNGLASSES
The hours, they slip by like sand, night falls as I’m walking home from the gym, my TO DO list is ever growing, I’m not complaining, as a freelancer, it’s a privilege to be busy but I can’t help but wonder why I never get everything done I need in one day. And so as each day concludes, the uncrossed tasks splatter tomorrow’s plan. I guess that’s being a grown up, there are dishes in the sink, laundry spilling out of the hamper and emails that come as frequently as the waves in the sea. I’ve been meaning to write more poems, book a fancy massage and hop the train to Sitges for a swim, but there hasn’t been a moment for anything but the crucial priorities for a good month or so now. I’m scared summer will slip away too soon and I’ll regret not spending more time by the shore or in shorts or sipping something cold on these steamy nights. It’s a strange pressure living in Spain, to take advantage of everything the eager tourists only get to enjoy for a few days. And distractions are as hot as the temperature; ever rising and making me shift uncomfortably at my desk as I sit but sprint through work. But hey, like I said, I’m not complaining; my mind is just scattered in 10 different places and sometimes in a real moment of stress, my brain fails, dipping into an anxious mess. I wish I could mop or sweep my thoughts into clean corners. How wonderful of a repose that would be. But then again, more free time would mean less money. I quite like money. And, as you know, I have an Ibiza dream. It’s a very expensive island so busy and stressed is how I shall be.
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