I said this before and I just have to repeat myself. In the last few years my life I often feel if I could just give it up, or wishing if I could have been born to a different person.
BUT then, every now and again there are a day, which makes me thankful. Makes me glad to be me. Makes me sitting down at the end of the day and saying thank you for God, for the Universe, or for whoever, whatever is responsible.
Last years "Day of wool" was like that, and this year's was even more so.
Even the fact that we organized it to this day, unknowing that it coincides with the world wide spin in public day. But could we had a more fitting program?
And for the Universe. This was one day I was glad to be me.