June 30th, Brussels: let the challenge begin.

June 30th,  Brussels.

Today I found myself alone in the apartment, facing three weeks of solitude, after living the last 10 months of my life surrounded by people.

As always, I have it all planned out : these three weeks are going to be diligently used to do tons of paperwork, manage my accounts, start some research concerning my plans for the future, cleaning the apartment, and taking relaxing one-day getaways to the beach.

But due to my compulsive over thinking and other nearly neurotic habits, (I’m quite close to being a workaholic) so it happens that at 18:00 of day one of my three weeks of solitude I found myself on the couch, realizing that I had done 30% of what I had planned, so in consequence I was going to be absolutely done with my fabulous to do list in a week.

Taking in the defeat of my agenda towards vacations, I grabbed a book that I had started a month ago and decided that it was the time to pick it up.

I slid into my favorite corner of the couch, and read. But in spite of my attempt to relax with a good summer read, I lost my concentration moments after I turner the first page. I thought of the friend that had lent me the book, and of when I once told her that “even when I’m lazy I’m efficient” and she laughed uncontrollably. She was trying to teach me how to be lazy-Tough task.  

And then, right out of the blue, it came to me, this free time was pure gold in my hands.  I asked myself: “What it is that I always want to do, and that I’m constantly complaining that I don’t have time to do it?”  Write.

“That’s It”; I said to myself, “I’m going to write”. That’s how I came up with my own personal challenge: I’m going to write 1 hour a day for the next 27 days.

Being the last month of my Erasmus experience, and considering that my mind is currently full of ideas and my heart is bursting with feelings, my little writing experiment promises to be quite entertaining.

I will be publishing the highlights of each week, so that anyone else that finds it entertaining can read it too. I’ll try not to take this too seriously, and rejoice –or laugh if it’s the case- on whatever the result may be.

Well then, ‘till next week it is.