Dear diary

Met my cousin, and we scanned a heap of family photos. Meanwhile tried to read my notes on the Hardy book, taken a year ago. Interesting, but got no ideas on what and how to do.

Finally decided to go to the winter forest for a day and a night. Holy hell. What's gonna happen to me.

Followed some suggestions from Everyday Activism blog. Felt some love and connection.

Wrote an announcement about the blog. Was glad.

Tried to write some text for the publication. I'm confuuuuused and sooooo uncertain every time I start doing some thesis. So soon I found myself 'doing-anything-but-writing'. For example I started an English blog. Why? Because I should write more. And I should write in English. And stop that blocking feeling that no one needs my thoughts. And then it's good for others. It's an everyday activism too. Seriously. To encourage people have their voices. And not to be afraid of English.