Wake up early to produce a fruitful 10-hour work day. Feeling a bit of magic inside, and it feels good to get things done. It’s just who I am. I hate the mediocrity. Aristotle said mediocrity is nothing but a habit. I am trying my best to not fall into the mass’s mess.
Row 9km at the gym before running into a friend which delayed my wrap up by half an hour, but welcome interruptions into another productive activity. It’s a symptom of my long stay here, which I appreciate.
News of someone close to my heart. Another reminder to be grateful for our life and to be careful with others.
Then a soccer match. A flat tire. Then a bit of rest.
One of the best days of April, if not the best.