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Nr. 47

I think any day that almost make me forget to post should be considered a good day. It means my mind is busy doing other stuff. Whether I’m being productive or not is entirely different matter. 

But I feel today has been good in general. And I don’t often say that. There have been moments today where I felt deep urge and empathy to care for a dear friend of mine, and even if I couldn’t help that much it felt good to be there for any type of support. 

Personally I feel my lows are at an arms distance and I’m using this time in the best way I can to boost my happiness. I watch funny and cute things on YouTube and search for old vintage weird games I used to play when I was a boy. Completely nostalgic Thursday really. And it is exactly what I need. 


Productive? Perhaps not, but I am investing in myself. Every empath should do that from time to time. ❤️

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