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I start “proper” work again tomorrow: 4 days a week of games development.

It’s easy to think of my future weeks as 4 days without gardening, 4 days without direct sunlight, 4 days without naps, 4 days without stress. Wisdom tells me that it’s better to think of this as 4 days working with people I know I enjoy collaborating with, 4 days spent working in a field I know and am challenged by, 4 days doing work related to my degree, 4 days a week earning money to spend on plants, food, books, clothes and art, 4 days a week spent 5 minutes walk from The Central Markets.

I’m going to miss watching the bees in the locquat tree. But there’s still 3 days each week to drink tea by the kitchen door and listen to bees buzz. I can still play with my garden first thing in the morning. I’ve had the luxury of 3 months without more than 4 hours of work per week. Now it’s time to start living with the living.

But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop dreaming:

I had a nap this afternoon. It was delicious and decadent. I love the feeling of my white with green stripe sheets against my skin.

I love The Modern, by Frida Hyvönen. I keep on playing that song over and over again.

I love the colours that painted the sky this evening. I love the feeling of buzzy, happy, stillness that overcame me as I sipped my peppermint tea and watched the clouds skid along overhead.