After a month of silence, I'm back! It was an interesting month - of hospital and physiotherapy, of mild depression and questioning of life choices (and I don't just mean the decisions involving Netflix and Hulu), of fast jellyfy-ing and slow, almost irritatingly disabled movement. But I am back, or close to being back, and with the feeling that there are things happening in your life that are just meant to slow you down, so you can look around and get out of your comfort zone. When do we become so comfortable that we stop taking risks? When do we decide our cozy life is too cozy to be changed? Still looking for the answers here, but hey, something made me stop and see.
In the meantime, if you don't feel so cozy yourselves, here a spring project to make you happy:
In the meantime, if you don't feel so cozy yourselves, here a spring project to make you happy:
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