What a week it has been, am I right? Here, have some comics!
Monday
Every time a long train ride is part of the itinerary, I pack my Switch 2. Every time, I pull it out for maybe ten minutes, if that, before it ends up shoved back into my backpack. You’d think I’d have learned by now and just leave it at home. But I’ll do exactly the same thing next time.
Marcel from four years ago would never have been able to go for a run after a day of travel. For one thing, I wasn’t running back then. For another, travel used to take so much out of me that I’d be completely spent.
But over the last couple of years, I’ve worked on my relationship with travel, and this run felt like one of the clearest signs of progress.
Tuesday
It took me a couple of tries, but I got there in the end. It might feel like a small thing to those of you in the upper echelons of society who’ve always had a printer, but for me it’s kind of a big deal. I can just click a couple of buttons and suddenly something new exists in the world? Amazing.
Just wait until I discover 3D printing!
Wednesday
The hardest days are the ones when my run is the only usable material for my comic journal. It feels like there are only so many ways I can draw on it (pun intended) without repeating myself. This one was a close call, and I was glad I found a way to tie it to the sweltering heat that shaped the rest of the day.
Thursday
One of my core beliefs is that life is better when you acknowledge and celebrate important things. That might be a small personal milestone or your city replacing one of the bridges that allows trains to pass through a very densely populated area. I love that Anna shares this belief with me.
Just look at how huge that bridge is! They moved it with the help of 1,080 wheels, veeeeeery slowly, for hours and hours, to its final resting place. What an amazing feat of engineering.
Friday
Growing up, being an adult always seemed like such a hassle. Turns out, the adults around me just didn’t have all their ducks in a row. And not even because of external circumstances, either. They’d simply built themselves lives that, quite frankly, seemed to suck.
Mine doesn’t.
I’m now at an age where it’s starting to feel a little cringe not to think of myself as an actual adult, and I’ve recently started embracing the fact that I actually am one. Just not the kind who built himself a life full of stress, drama, and responsibilities I never wanted to deal with.
Saturday
Speaking of life being great: This is how my Saturdays look like. What's not to love?!
Sunday
A big part of building a life you enjoy is challenging yourself from time to time. Most things worth doing aren’t easy. They might be for other people, but everyone has their own hang-ups. Mine is going out in public and doing stuff on my own. I’ve gotten a lot better at that in recent years, but I’m still not where I want to be.
And you know what? I embrace it as a project I get the opportunity to work on. Isn’t it great to have a life full of projects you’re allowed to keep working on? Yes. Yes, it is.
Especially because I’m kind of double-dipping in the upside sauce: once because I get to feel great right after challenging myself, like I did after that afternoon in a café, and then again when I’ve challenged myself for long enough to suddenly become someone for whom it feels easy to spend time alone in a café.
What a privilege!