Day 201

There’s a word in German – labil – which, about a person’s character, means weak or unstable (although I often got the feeling it also meant malleable, although the dictionaries I have appear to disprove that feeling; though I often think intuition plays a greater role in translation than vocabulary). The bottom line is that, today, I feel very labil, and don’t feel like writing or working or anything. The only thing that escapes self-censorship here is that I slept very badly and was outside when the thunderstorm started (and should really have stayed outside for it rather than going to bed and watching the lightning through my closed eyes because I was trying to sleep).

I should write that book about parenting as a way of recanting. It was never meant to be like this.

That’s the post. Maybe therapy later on will help.

AGGIE’S ART OF HAPPINESS – CHAPTER 154