Weird day

 I woke up fairly early today. Did one Surya namaskar. Dad was already up. Had to finish off a document. Did that. 

Trying to eat less. Trying to process whatever difficulty I am facing emotionally. It feels crusty. It feels like a knot in my stomach. I think it was Sylvia Plath who had described her pain in a poem as a still-born inside the womb. Feels that way. 

Will go. Will return.

I am planning something for next month. Or it may take a couple of months. Am hoping that I have July free. Something important is going to happen in July. Need to keep time and space for that.

One can plan.