I went shopping in Madrid today. The 45min bus ride and 20min metro ride to the shopping area gave me plenty of time to relax, read, and take a short nap. I walked around a bit and found a few things to buy. I brought the coins I had been collecting over the past six months and used them to buy 18 euros worth of souvenirs. The cashier lady was surprising nice and accepting of this sort of transaction. Then I took the 20min metro ride and 45min bus ride back home. I am much more relaxed than I was this morning.
I'm going to go for a good long run in about an hour. I think I'm going to put a few more things in my suitcase until then. I know everything will be OK and will work out and I'll thrive like I always have. Patience and calm. I can do that, right? Sure, I can.
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This is the day... This is the story of my life after college. This is a collection of the tales from my adventures. This is a chronicle of my experiences.
Better Beautiful Than Perfect
I run a little insurrection that moves in the direction that beauty is beauty in spite of perfection
see the crosses at the roadside
see the thorn bush ablaze in bloom
put your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your hand
momma, let down your hair
yes, I´ve chipped a tooth
no need to call home
I don´t have to be anywhere
we can hear the bossa nova
we can sway the night away
the steps to the dance are best left up to chance
better beautiful than perfect, anyway
and while the moon wanes and waxes
death and taxes are lurking out there
Life is grand, Love is real and Beauty is everywhere
And so the clear blue sky
no, she never made a sound
though she was blindfolded, gagged and bound
now see the poppies pushin´ up through the bones on the ground but the body´s never found
can you hear the bossa nova? let us sway the night away...
(Clyne, Johnson, Naffah)
see the crosses at the roadside
see the thorn bush ablaze in bloom
put your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your hand
momma, let down your hair
yes, I´ve chipped a tooth
no need to call home
I don´t have to be anywhere
we can hear the bossa nova
we can sway the night away
the steps to the dance are best left up to chance
better beautiful than perfect, anyway
and while the moon wanes and waxes
death and taxes are lurking out there
Life is grand, Love is real and Beauty is everywhere
And so the clear blue sky
no, she never made a sound
though she was blindfolded, gagged and bound
now see the poppies pushin´ up through the bones on the ground but the body´s never found
can you hear the bossa nova? let us sway the night away...
(Clyne, Johnson, Naffah)
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