I feel completely empty. Meaning something like I have no clue what to write here today, meaning something I have inspiration, zero. And that is strange, as mostly when I start to write here I just start and a subject to start with comes quite easy, even though often the subject changes when I am writing.
But right now nothing, nada, zero. So I could write about the meeting I had this afternoon with someone who seems as determined, as dedicated as I think I am. And time will tell if I’m right, but he seems to have the right attitude, a feeling I had when I met him the first time and he shared his idea with me.
And strange, as we only met twice now, but it might just be we complement each other and could pull this off.
Time will tell, but I’m very hopeful, maybe for the first time in my life.