Gestalt

I officially quit my job - well, announced I would quit. I will continue sitting at the office twice a week until the End of May, and then I've last freed myself from this self-inflicted senseless boredom. Which means I'm going back into the translation trade. Fortunately, I received a well paid translation from friends of mine, and another contact and a small translation job via a co-worker. I wasn't really asking for anything, but jobs seem to be flying to me whenever I need them. Yesterday, I even received a mail from a person for whom I worked once, one day, four years ago (!), asking whether I'd be interested in translating a document for them. Pleased, I was to get this message from my life that quitting was definitely the right decision and wouldn't be any problem. (I refused the translation though - I'm not desperate enough to bother translating a contract for a highly technical waterpipe company).

It's about time I announced that I've fallen in love. Anew. A relationship of freedom and respect for self and the other, and good communication. And much more, of course.

And otherwise: this month will be spent translating, a weekend spent with civil disobedients, half a week on Karlshof again at long last, attempts at organising /finding a large communal flat with friends. The city takes too much energy, and I'm still trying to learn the mastery of zen in an urban context with so many exciting people and projects everywhere.
I'm alive.
And: I am.