All and nothing
Another week slowly unfolds. An early morning, full of errands (doctor's appointment in the morning plus long, very long hours waiting at the employment office) gives way to a lazy afternoon of reality tv playing in the back, while the electric fan neglects to give me a break from the sticky heat. Another Monday.

Lately, all my days have the same aura. The same attitude that seems to say 'hey, you could do anything today. Or you could do nothing. It's all the same, or so it appears.

Being out of a regular job and not being able to get rid of that summery feeling makes me live in a state of semipermanent vacation. Unfortunately, this concept includes new huge worries such as how, when and where will the money come from in the next months. I know i'll do it, i just don't know the details and curiosity doesn't even kill me.

A few days ago someone told me he felt he was a fraud in many aspects of his life. Nothing new there. I think the idea of faking your own life has haunted all of us at some point. I am a fraud. And so are you, reader. But we'd much rather call it 'acting according to your audience' than being a fake.

I'm working on my book, but this basically means i'm structuring it all in my mind. So is my new job to think? Perhaps i am, after all, enjoying a holiday. Is it possible not to tell the difference between work and play? Between all or nothing? Between being a lazy ass or someone who takes time into a brand new road? I wonder what part i'm faking to myself now.