some extra work on a Saturday morning

This was another weird day. Yesterday I started with some migraines, and had them throughout the day as well; I am probably having trouble recovering from the physical effort, or maybe there is too much sun exposition. I'm not sure. We didn't exactly have a day to relax, either, as we accepted to help some friends of the farm, Simon and Domitilia, on their own field, picking some exquisite blueberries they have.

The work was not so bad. I keep listening to some interesting devotional ancient Slovene record, and we also talk a lot during the work; it is quite fun. And we made a new friend: Damjan, a Slovene native who does more serious farm work all around this area, came to pick us up, and helped us throughout the morning. He's an interesting character: very laid back, who at some moment might be fully engrossed into berry picking, and at some other one is teaching everyone how to play the didgeridoo, or how to juggle five balls at once. We might arrange a purchase of his old bike; but about that, I stlil have the forthcoming week to decide.

Simon and Domitilia's place had a big field of blueberries to pick; they were really at the point of harvesting. I still don't know how to properly convey dimensions – even to have a grasp at them myself is quite difficult at this stage – but there were lots of rows of blueberries, and the six of us didn't manage to collect a full row; there were certainly more than twenty. So there is still a lot of work to be done.

a musing on lack of energy and its nefarious consequences

I sort of feel some exhaustion piling up from these last couple of days; after we got home, there was a big crash – in motivation, in selfcontrol, etc. – as I may have overindulged in some bread with our homemade marmelade, some cookies...I might be a little tired, that is all. Today marks exactly one week that I have been here, and I have yet so many expectations for the coming ones. But it is quite hard to keep the energy levels constant, and a proper routine too, when so many things are a little out of our control. Nataša is aware of the happy chaos that clouded these last days, and has a more strict, balanced plan for the next few weeks; and I need some headspace as well: what exactly are the priorities right now? Journaling will probably get less interesting as the days go by; naturally, not everything will be new or exciting. I'm not reading so much – programming, not at all – and that is also burdening me a little. No yoga, barely any meditation...

This is not yet a low point, but maybe a little warning that things can get out of hand if not properly handled. I am perfectly aware to be exactly where I wanted to be; but maybe not yet doing what I want. Or maybe I am? I really don't know. If only there was an easier way to figure this out.