My daily life has become a constant stream of activity. I can barely find the time to sit down to write. I'm already missing being bored. We don't appreciate what we have. That's not true. Lately I've felt more grateful.
Yesterday I met up with a cousin who is visiting from Mexico. He's one of those cousins who are also friends. He reproached me that I left Mexico without saying goodbye. I told him, when I'm depressed I don't like meeting up. I don't like people see me lick my wounds. Sorry I left without saying goodbye.
Yesterday I had the option to postpone our meeting. He would be going to Barcelona and coming back to Madrid on the weekend. I wanted to go to yoga, yet I preferred to see my cousin. It made me realize I'm no longer depressed. We had a good time chatting over dinner. I hope to see him again on the weekend so that I can give him some gifts he can carry back to Mexico.
Things are going OK on all fronts. I'm tired though. I need to sleep more, also find some alone time. Jeez, I have to get going, I'm having dinner with a friend. Tomorrow again.
I'll add a recent dream to this entry, I don't know why, but it feels related to my current state:
I was at the beach, at a place that looked like Playa del Carmen. An alien ship showed up on the sky. People were alarmed. Fighter jets came and fired rockets at the ship. The ship came down slowly to the sand, smoking.
An alien came out of the ship and collapsed, dying on the sand. He became smaller and smaller by the second, until he became two pebble sized balls. I grabbed one of the balls and a stranger grabbed the other one. We brewed tea with it. We drank it, it tasted good. Nothing else happened, nor we expected it to happen. Drinking alien tea felt normal.