The happy place

There’s not so much going on in my head lately, for some reason. It’s like a blank space which I picture as being white rather than black

So that is good, because I am feeling good

it feels good to feel good.

I am working as an IT Sheriff now, or soon will be. Met some clients today and we had a lunch

I could help them with anything really, by going into bitbucket for example, and put Borg Cubes as icons for all of their kubernetes repos

If need be

It doesn’t matter that much

I can patch stuff,

I feel the carpenter last year said some wise words; I asked whether he could do these dressings around the massive windows. He said that as long as he got paid he could, and he could even mow the lawns

If he got paid

And there is wisdom in this, of course

Furthermore, on this special lunch, by happenstance, I saw a travelling friend who was visiting my town today

And we decided to have a beer this evening

Which we did

I had a black one, a stout, which the bartender said tasted of decadence. Sweet, strong and bitter. I think he was right about that

I often dip my toes in decadence, like the yin to my yang (or vice versa), I think it’s a way of finding a sort of balance

It balances the humours, I feel

And still, I picture a grey mind as being way worse than having a black one

Ok thanks for reading this text straight from my heart (because like I said, there’s nothing much going on in my brain)