One of the hardest things for me to do is to focus.
I want to read too many books, visit too many places, buy too many things. I never get to finish anything, and when I do I am in total amazement. I managed to do 2.5 things out of the 5 I had planned for this year. It is a personal record.
I thing that not understanding reactions/reasons/motivations/etc makes me dwell on unimportant matters. All I can do is keep myself as busy as possible, a little thing I have done for the past weeks or so. It was so hard – hanging by the swimming pool, reading, going out, preparing outfits, spending time with my amazing friends, shopping, eating amazing Italian food and watching ‘Hart to Hart’. What a tough life. Now I have to study my new numbers of Vogue. Even harder. (Relax, I also worked like 10 hours per day).
It’s something like the “eat” part out of “Eat, Pray, Love”.
Meanwhile I shall continue my superficial activities till I find something worthwhile my attention.