Adventures in exhaustion land, part 2

Wow, can’t believe I’m back here for the second time today! Remember I told you earlier today that I lost my Red Sorghum copy? I’m almost devastated, but mostly surprised, that I misplaced a book. I mean, A BOOK! I’m known …

For the 100th time

Has it been a month already? Tomorrow’s the dreaded thesis seminar again and for the first time I’m not sure I’m showing up. I may not be able to handle it. I still haven’t answered back to my tutor’s email …

The Little Princess

I looove agendas, they’re like, my thing. And I looove The Little Prince, it’s my favorite book in the world! And my friend Mary just gave me an agenda of The Little Prince! How cool is that? It’s just adorable, and I love it even more because this is such a thoughtful present, she’s a doll. Here’s a pic of it:

Did you know I have three tattoos? Well I do, and one of them’s an illustration from this book. It’s the image of the Little Prince flying away from his planet with the help of a flock of birds. This image is very significant for me because the Little Prince had to leave home to realize his planet, and specially the flower he took care of in it, were beautiful and special, but he could only see this after a long, far away journey that took him to many different planets inhabited with different characters that (as I see it) were deluded in different ways. The last planet he visited was Earth and it’s there he found, with the aid of a fox, that his flower was just a simple rose and that there were a lot of them; yet his flower was special because it was his, and he loved it.

There’s a lot more to read into on the book, but I’ll leave that to you. It’s such a short yet deep and meaningful book, and every single time I’ve read it I’ve found a new meaning on it. I really recommend it! Plus, it’s a reading that’s not gonna take you longer than a couple of hours 🙂

Back to where I was, this story means a lot to me because it reminds me I’m on a healing journey that’s taking me to many different, sometimes deluded or obsessive, places, but in the end I’m only trying to return home with tools (the Little Prince came back with a drawing of a sheep in a box made for him by a Pilot, the narrator of the story) that aid me in taking good care of it. It’s the promise I made myself to get to the other side of this depression, to fight it and to find my home, whatever that may be.

Anyways, here’s the image I was talking about:

I’m gonna post the image of my tattoo, which is on my back, on my next post, but I’m gonna put a password on it just to prevent random people seeing it on their screens. If you’d like the password you’re absolutely welcomed to ask for it!